(Verse 1 – soft, resigned) They called us horrors, Beasts from the black. They gave us names like blades And never looked back. Built their bright cities On bones they won’t name, Then cursed us for rising From ruin and flame. --- (Pre-Chorus – bitterly quiet) I never hated them. I never prayed for war. I just wanted something more Than silence behind closed doors. --- (Chorus – aching) But this is the song of a world that forgot us, Wrote us off in stories soaked in fear. Painted our grief with a monstrous brush, Then slept sound while we disappeared. And still we walk, and still we breathe, Still dream beneath their shattered peace… But not once did they ask if we could bleed. --- (Verse 2 – confessional, low) A child once reached for me— No fear, no scorn. She saw the cracks, And touched the worn. But her voice was lost In the tide of screams, And I learned real fast What mercy means. --- (Pre-Chorus – sharper, but steady) To live without a face, To speak without a name… It hollows out your soul Until hate and grief look the same. --- (Chorus – heavier) So here is the hymn for the ones they erased, For the hands we held in fire and grace. We never asked to be divine— Just known, just seen, Just given time. But they wrote us off as rot and lies, And left us in the cold to die… And not once did they wonder why we cried. --- (Bridge – stripped back, just voice and piano) I never wanted their thrones, Never sought revenge. Just a place where silence Would finally end. Is it evil to ask to be mourned? To wish they’d seen the shape we formed? We were here. We were whole. We were more. --- (Final Chorus – raw and powerful) This is the cry of a world that forgot us, Buried us under its bright parade. But in this dark, I still hold on To the truth they let decay: We lived. We burned. We tried. We loved. We hurt. We died. And not once… Not once did they ask if we were alive.
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