Truth's Birth every word should've had a voice But stolen it limited choice whispers quietly inside collide forced to hide a past, a history out of view stuffed in a box that no one knew down a corridor, a padlocked door a voice that would rock you to your core tightly locked and pushed away so the truth wouldn't slip one day we live this lie, horror and shame tried not to point fingers of blame when asked are you okay learnt the things we couldn't say. We learnt to smile and mask the cry Writing statements to testify. behind the drawer were poems i hid folded pages of what they did. I'm the one who named the wound carried weight of impending doom Covering up a silent crime Whilst playing out a panto mime Burying truth. kept tears at bay. This pretence every day Your Hippocampus fooling us memories buried, drenched in dust A truth that bore wisdom in every burn Each dark secret has its turn So Give it liberty or give it death What was buried, give it breath No victims here and we have no scorn Its simply the day that our truth was born a voice that would rock you to your core no longer locked away so the truth said every day Given liberty not death we gave it breath No victims here. We have no scorn Its the day that truth was born Its the day that truth was born - Mastered by mixea.commore

Now Out on Spotify. Maybe I can touch the sky? - Mastered by mixea.commore

Living in my own murder scene. Out now on spotify - Mastered by mixea.commore