[Verse 1]
We are proud kids who forgot how to care
We rent compassion like a distant room
We turn our backs and call it fair
We dress our fear as love, as need, as gloom
Rebels once lost, now we fight those who grew
Teaching us names for the pain we now wear

[Verse 2]

Men wear confusion like borrowed skin
Women grow tired of being strong
Children command while elders give in
Babies run knives where the rich play along
A private park sings a lullaby wrong
Where crowns are earned by the urge to win

[Chorus – Free, poetic]

We compete to feel less hollow inside,
pin medals on wounds that never close.
We climb each other to touch the sky,
but the air up there still tastes like dust.

He said the greatest would learn to kneel.
Centuries passed.
We still dodge the sentence.

Tell me—
if love isn’t power,
what are we so afraid of losing?

[Verse 3]

We chase being better to earn a name
But mirrors laugh when the lights go low
We trade our silence for louder shame
Gold doesn’t teach what the veins should know
The void won’t bow to a trophy show
No crown can warm this surviving flame

[Final Chorus – Free, softer then rising]

I don’t know what love is anymore.
Those who claim to know
sell it as hunger,
dress it as lack.

Maybe love is the courage
to stay
when no one applauds.

If the servant leads,
then why do we keep running
from each other?