It ain’t easy growin up in your own war,
words fired like bullets,
names dropped like bombs,
you're surrounded by land mines,
and you don’t even know why.
They say it’s just a game,
that words don’t hurt,
that kids will be kids,
and we should just forget about it.
They seem oblivious to our own war,
blind to the scars beneath it all.
The bricks that cover my heart,
the stones that fill my bones,
the safe that locks my thoughts’
the vacuum... mehr anzeigen
It ain’t easy growin up in your own war,
words fired like bullets,
names dropped like bombs,
you're surrounded by land mines,
and you don’t even know why.
They say it’s just a game,
that words don’t hurt,
that kids will be kids,
and we should just forget about it.
They seem oblivious to our own war,
blind to the scars beneath it all.
The bricks that cover my heart,
the stones that fill my bones,
the safe that locks my thoughts’
the vacuum that drains my soul,
I’m in full battle mode.
So open up and see all my fallen comrades,
Those who lost their internal war.
Their hearts are crumbled,
their bones are dust,
Their thoughts erased,
Their souls wiped out,
And just like that,
They disintegrate.
But you still refused to acknowledge me,
And all the things that I've come to see.
Two arms and two feet,
two ears and two eyes,
One mouth and one nose,
Ten fingers and ten toes,
One heart and one soul,
206 bones,
46 chromosomes.
we're all one of the same
yet we seem to classify one another with adjectives
and we forget that they too have an internal war
Very True ... !