Chains of the cradle, soaked in fear.

Your hands wrote nightmares into my skin.

I rose from the grave you buried me.

A child no more, forged in flame.

You thought your hate would live in me.

I bled it out, set myself free.

No more scars as shackles, no more fear.

From the ashes, I reclaim my destiny.

You bred the silence, but I became the sound.

You break bones, I break ground.

I wear my trauma like a crown of thorns.

I rise, reborn.

You fed me darkness; I found the light.

Why did you break my wings?

I wear the storms of broken nights.

As strength beneath my skin.

I’m not your sin.

You’re you’re dead to me.

Torn from the darkness, ripped from pain.

I am the storm that breaks through the rain.

You forged my fears but lit my fight.

Now I stand tall in this endless night.

You built your walls to keep me in,

I tore through stone, I rise again!

No more silence, no more shame.

I wear my rage, a crown of flame.

You bred the silence, but I became the sound.

You break bones, I break ground.

I wear my trauma like a crown of thorns.

I rise, reborn.

You fed me darkness; I found the light.

Why did you break my wings?

I wear the storms of broken nights.

As strength beneath my skin.

No longer prey.

Every shattered promise, every scar I learned to wear with pride.

You tried to break my spirit, chain my soul beneath your despicable reign.

But I turn pain to power, rising, stronger than I’ve ever been.

Built for the test, done with the past, nevermore a victim.