Shownotes
Born of Ashes
Goldilocks
We were born of ashes and blood,
In a shattered past stained with death.
Each word hurt like a knife stabbing,
Each day felt closer to the end.
The pain did not stop for a second,
It grew bigger with rage.
Despite it all, survival was my saviour.
Living got me into the arms of a soul like mine.
A soul that needed mine, a soul that found me too.
A soul that needed saving and soothing, just like I did.
The world got colors, and the heart filled with light.
Today, I live the dream I had when I cried myself to sleep.
All the times I begged in desperation,
Prayed for hope, prayed for a hero.
All the tears that wetted my pillow,
All the silent screams the walls held,
All the beatings the bed took.
So it all had meaning, it all led me here.
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