[Verse 1:] We live by the orders we were given, by the words that promise our safety. Each age shapes answers from the living, from what survives, not what we name. We don't come from quiet dreaming, not from ideas or plans, but from open, working ground, from hunger, labour, will and hands. [Verse 2:] The old belief was not a failure, not a childish way to cope. It grew from days that showed no mercy, from endless nights that held no hope. To live back then meant living daily near the edge of loss and cold; rituals were a grip and a structure shaped by need, not control. [Pre-chorus:] When life demands a price each day, giving becomes the way through pain. Then sacrifice becomes a way to take one step and stand again. [Chorus:] Back then, life was always wild, with no safety net and no second try. No rescue call, no exit line, no hand to pull you back in time. Here and now, we praise survival, calling courage what held us ground. But back then, life was always close, always loud, always around. [Verse 3] You can’t weigh ancient human days with rules that only fit today. Those who try will miss the human core and retain a shape that fades away. What formed resolve with no protection, under pressure, stripped and bare, can’t be judged without stepping into how it felt to live back there. [Verse 4:] This is not a call to return to a cult or a creed. It's a recognition of beginnings; a way of seeing where we learned to breathe. What we repress continues to work silently; what we accept can take root and remain. History becomes our foundation when we carry it with us, rather than sweeping it away. [Chorus (repeat/chant):] Back then, it was always wild: no safety net, no second try. No rescue call, no exit line, just earth below and open sky. Forget this and you miss the human; judge with ease, but know just half. Step inside a vanished lifetime and feel your vision shift and crack. [Bridge:] Not all was good. Not all was right. But much was needed to survive. Not born from eternal truth, but shaped by the will to survive. Not from cruelty, but from the human will to rise. [Final Chorus:] I don't want to glorify, excuse, deny or rearrange. I only want to understand our roots and move forward aware and unchanged. Those who only judge the past refuse to truly see, but those who hold it without fear take back its weight and grow, set free. [Outro:] Perhaps responsibility begins where judgement loosens its grip, where we ask how to remain human in a world that pulls and splits us apart. [© SongSilke 2025 All Rights Reserved | Unauthorized use, reproduction, remixing, adaptation, or distribution of this work without explicit written permission is strictly prohibited and will be enforced under applicable copyright laws.]
