# FIFTEEN YEARS [Intro - Male, spoken, low and close] I knew how to hide it. Clear the screen. Erase the search. Lock the door. Wash my face. Walk back out like nothing happened. But the screen went dark... and what it put inside me didn’t. [Female, distant whisper] God... please bring Them home. [Verse 1 - Male] It started small, that’s what I said. Just one more look before bed. One little click, one secret room, one habit growing in the gloom. I swore to God I had control, while something hungry ate my soul. The screen went black, the night went still, but what I fed kept wanting more. [Pre-Chorus - Male] I learned to hide. I learned to lie. I learned to look you in the eye. And every time I shut that door, I came back less than before. [Female, faint] Come back... [Chorus - Male] Fifteen years with a chain on my soul, feeding a hunger that was never full. It taught my eyes to take, not see, turned living people into things for me. I chased a high that died by dawn, then hated what I had become. I cleared the screen. I hid the signs. But I couldn’t clear what it did to my mind. [Verse 2 - Male] It followed me outside that room. Into my thoughts. Into my home. Into the way I learned to stare. Into the love I couldn’t share. Real affection started feeling weak. I wanted images, not intimacy. Every lie I told to hide it built another wall with me behind it. [Pre-Chorus - Male] I called it private. Called it small. While it was quietly taking all. My peace. My trust. My sense of shame. Until I barely knew my name. [Female, sorrowful] We still know your name. [Verse 3 - Male] But I was not the only one who paid for what I had become. My family watched our home come apart, while my secret broke their hearts. Arguments filled the rooms at night. Everyone hurting. Nobody right. They begged for truth. I gave them lies. I watched their trust die in their eyes. They talked of leaving. Couldn’t take another promise I would break. And still I guarded what was killing me, while the people I loved were begging God to set me free. [Female, distant prayer] Please, God... Don’t let this take them. Please bring Them back. [Bridge - nearly bare] [Male] There were tears I never saw. Prayers I never heard. My name spoken through shaking lips when I had no words. I nearly lost the ones I loved for something that could never love me. I nearly traded my own family for a screen that never knew my name. [Female, breaking] God... please bring them home. [Pause] [Male] And somewhere in that broken house... God heard them. [Female, soft] they heard us. [Male] Then grace walked into the room I thought God would never enter. Not with disgust. Not with hatred. With truth. And truth hurt. Because I finally saw what I kept calling pleasure... for what it was. A chain. A thief. A grave I kept crawling back into. [Breakdown - Male, spoken / sung] Pornography didn’t love me. It didn’t know my name. It didn’t care who I hurt or what I became. It took my time. It took my honesty. It turned love into suspicion and promises into dust. Every time I said, “One more time...” it whispered, “Come back tomorrow.” [Silence] [Male] But God said... [Female, clear but gentle] Come home. [Final Chorus - Male with female harmonies] Fifteen years could not bury my soul. Fifteen years were not stronger than God. The thing I fed finally lost its grip when grace reached down into that pit. I won’t lie and call it easy. I won’t say I changed overnight. But prayer kept moving. Mercy stayed. And God kept pulling me toward the light. So if you’re sitting behind that screen tonight, telling yourself you’re still alright... hear this from someone who lived that lie: You’re not the only one paying the price. The people who love you are bleeding beside you, even if you’re the one holding the knife. It will take more than you think. It will cost more than you see. And if you keep feeding it, one day you may look around and find the people you thought would always stay too broken to keep watching you leave. [Female, rising] But come home... Come home... Come home... [Final Lift - Male] You are not too far. You are not too gone. The same God who found me there is still calling you home. The prayers of my family reached Heaven when I couldn’t even pray. And by the grace of God... I am not that man today. [Female harmony] Grace found you there. [Outro - Male, whispered] I deleted the history a thousand times. But only God could rewrite mine. Fifteen years... and He still came for me. [Female, distant] He still came for you.
