They wear a crown made of borrowed gold,
A thousand stories they never told.
Pointing fingers at a wounded soul,
While hiding cracks they canât control.
The healer walks with an open heart,
But the shadow hates when the truth gets sparked.
So they throw their pain like a loaded flame,
Then blame the mirror for showing their face.
Oh, the mask gets heavy when the night comes down,
When the fake applause fades from the crowd.
You can paint the walls, you can rewrite the scene,
But the eyes reveal what the mouth canât clean.
Weâre the thunder shaking the walls of illusion,
The wildfire burning through false conclusions.
Love ainât weak, and truth ainât blind,
You canât bury light forever in the mind.
You can steal a voice, but you canât steal a soul,
You can play the victim, but the truth keeps whole.
The mirror isnât cruel when it shows whatâs real,
Itâs the doorway where the broken learn to heal.
They whisper poison, then offer a smile,
Build a bridge just to walk away miles.
A theater of chaos, a costume parade,
A kingdom of shadows that they built from afraid.
The philosopher asks, âWho are you beneath?â
The spirit asks, âWhat do you really seek?â
Because hatred is hunger wearing a disguise,
And the heart keeps begging for a love it denies.
Weâre the thunder shaking the walls of illusion,
The wildfire burning through false conclusions.
Love ainât weak, and truth ainât blind,
You canât bury light forever in the mind.
Hey!
Everybody wanna talk like they run the whole show,
But the loudest little kings screaming truth, are the ones with the smallest ego.
Throwing dirt in the air like itâs gonna stay,
Then wondering why theyâre covered at the end of the day.
Act sweet in the spotlight, switch up backstage,
Same old script, just a different page.
But the universe keeps receipts, donât you know?
Every seed that you plant got a way to grow.
Stop chasing the throne made of plastic and pride,
The richest soul is the one with nothing to hide.
Turn the hate into wisdom, let the darkness depart,
The greatest rebellion is a healed up heart!
Weâre the thunder, weâre the flame,
Weâre the ones who remember our name.
No more dancing for a hollow disguise,
No more worshiping beautiful lies.
Let the old world crumble, let the new one rise,
Let compassion become the battle cry.
The brightest stars donât fight to be seen,
They simply shine where the darkness has been.
So let them chase shadows, let them play pretend,
Every false kingdom eventually ends.
The soul that chooses love becomes the storm,
A supernova heart where the light is reborn.
â¤ď¸Dawnâ¤ď¸