Tell me… Who taught the ocean where to end? Who taught the stars where to begin? If every memory keeps changing Every time I look behind Was it ever really mine Or just a story dressed as time? If the mirror learns my features But forgets the child I knew Am I growing into someone Or just losing pieces of the truth? And if pain becomes familiar Does it stop being pain at all? Do we build our homes inside it Just because we fear the fall? Every answer leaves a shadow Every shadow leaves a mark Every door I thought was open Led me deeper through the dark Who was I before they named me? Before I learned what I should be? Before the labels and the warnings Before the world explained me to me? If I peel away every version Every wound and every role What’s left beneath the silence? Is it a person? Is it a soul? If love survives inside a memory Long after two hearts let go Does it still exist somewhere Or does it only haunt the road? If forgiveness sets us free Why do some chains stay behind? Why can I understand the reason And still not quiet my mind? If we’re all made from the same dust Why do we spend our lives apart? Drawing borders around each other Then calling loneliness an art Every answer leaves a shadow Every shadow leaves a mark Every truth I thought I carried Turned to smoke inside the dark Who was I before they named me? Before I learned what I should be? Before the mirrors and the echoes Before the world explained me to me? If I peel away every version Every wound and every role What’s left beneath the silence? Is it a person? Is it a soul? Who is speaking when I’m silent? Who is listening when I pray? Why does every road toward healing Take something beautiful away? If the universe is endless Why do we fear running out of time? If we’re only passing through here Why does goodbye feel like a crime? And if nobody remembers us After the cities turn to dust Was the meaning in the ending Or simply in the fact we loved? No answers… Only questions… No map… Only motion… Who was I before they named me? Before I learned what I should be? Before the noise and expectations Before the world explained me to me? If I peel away every story Every fear and every role What’s left beneath the silence? Is it a person? Is it a soul? Or just a question Still unfolding… Tell me… Who taught the ocean where to end? And who taught us To stop asking why? © 2026 Lunarbaby All Rights Reserved
