Every child walks through an unwritten flame,
Learning who’s wearing love and who’s wearing a name.
Crowns made of paper, thrones made of smoke,
Promises louder than the truth they broke.
One heart whispers, “Lift your neighbor high.”
Another learns power from the oldest lie.
The loudest shadow fills the room with fear,
While the quiet soul keeps Heaven near.
Some chase mirrors until they become the glass.
Some break chains and let compassion last.
One road feeds the hunger of the hollow throne.
One leads the weary spirit home.
I won’t bow to the kingdom of pretending.
I won’t trade my heart for an empty ending.
Love is stronger than a borrowed crown.
Truth keeps rising when the walls fall down.
The blind may cheer for the loudest voice,
But every soul still owns a choice.
Light keeps calling through the darkest night
Stand up… become the light.
One-eyed giants walking with invisible chains,
Drinking every heartbeat just to feed their names.
Frozen smiles hiding hearts of stone,
Calling themselves kings while standing alone.
Sweet-talking whispers wrapped in velvet disguise,
Trading living truth for comfortable lies.
The humble look broken through the world’s cruel lens,
Yet Heaven keeps calling them daughters and friends.
Started in the playground, nobody knew,
Watching every grown-up teaching what was true.
Some learned mercy, some learned blame,
Some wore masks till they forgot their name.
Building little kingdoms out of fear and shame,
Passing down the fire like it earned them fame.
Pointing every finger while the mirror stayed cracked,
Running from the truth they never unpacked.
But the scars became a map instead of a cage,
Turning every wound into a brand-new page.
I thank the child that carried all that weight.
I forgive the hands that was taught to hate.
Now the chains hit the ground with a thunderous sound.
Love’s the only kingdom that can turn this around.
The fire was never meant to make us ashes.
It burns away the mask until the truth flashes.
No borrowed throne can outshine grace.
No counterfeit can steal love’s place.
When forgiveness breaks the oldest spell,
Even wounded hearts rise strong and well.
The battle ends where compassion starts
Heaven is written inside awakened hearts.
❤️Dawn❤️