The Bones of the Sky

The air was heavy before I could speak

My name buried in the floorboards

They built their walls inside my mind

Brick by brick, lie by lie

Took the light, sealed the cracks

Left me breathing in the black

But even in silence, something screamed

Small at first, but sharp enough to bleed

I am carved from the bones of the sky

Shattered, but still I rise

You can burn my voice to the ground

But I'll still be making sound

Every night the ceiling fell

Every morning I carried hell

I learned to fight with my own hands

And walk on glass without demands

My scars are not chains

They're maps of where I've been

I am carved from the bones of the sky

Shattered, but still I rise

You can drag my soul through the flood

But I'll bloom in my own blood

I kept every name they called me

Not to wear, but to burn

I kept every night they broke me

To remind me how I return

I am carved from the bones of the sky

Shattered, but still I rise

You can drown my name in stone

But the sky will call me home And I will not fall again