I wore your words like rain. They slid right off my skin. I kept the ache for years. Like a key I never turned. You called me small, I bowed I called that mercy, too. But in the quiet room. My name came back to me.
I’ve been divided. Scattered in the dark. Little shards of silver. Cutting through my heart. But I still breathe here. I still know that flame. One hand on the ruin. One hand on my name.
Call me home. Call me by my name. Call me home. I will not wear the chain. I was mine. Before the hurting came. Call me home. I am my own flame.
I found my voice in dust. Behind the dresser drawer. Where all the old goodbyes. Kept their shoes by the door. I picked them up one by one. And left them in the past. If love is made of fear. Then love can’t make me last.
I’ve been divided. Scattered in the dark. Little shards of silver. Cutting through my heart. But I still breathe here. I still know that flame. One hand on the ruin. One hand on my name.
Call me home. Call me by my name. Call me home. I will not wear the chain. I was mine. Before the hurting came. Call me home. I am my own flame.
Let the rain wash over. Let the old throne crack. I have walked through ashes. And I do not look back. No more borrowed morning. No more chajoy light. I stand in the center. Of my own hard night.
Call me home. Call me by my name. Call me home. I will not wear the chain. I was mine. Before the hurting came. Call me home. I am my own flame. Call me home. I am not gone again. Call me home. I am back within my skin.
