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Courage Beneath the Silence 2 by RILEY

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Courage Beneath the Silence 2

dramatic pop

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Lyrics
Description
(verse)
Near the church square, Falkenstrasse, Berlin. October 1944. Night.
ROSIE stands alone in a dim cobblestone alley
Beneath a flickering lamp post,
Her coat buttoned against the cold,
A rolled-up poster clutched in one gloved hand.
Far off, faint German music drifts through an open tavern window.
She glances toward the empty street,
Then up at the sky —
No stars, just cloud.
Her breath hangs in the air like smoke.
A moment passes.
(chorus)
The air feels heavier tonight —
Maybe it’s the cold,
Maybe it’s the knowing.
I never wanted to be brave,
I only ever wanted to be his mother.
But silence…
Silence is its own kind of violence.
(verse)
They can hang me if they want.
I’ll go knowing
I didn’t stand still
While they taught my son to hate.
The air feels heavier tonight.
Maybe it’s the cold.
Maybe it’s the knowing.
Funny —
I used to dance through these streets
With Jojo clinging to my skirt,
Laughing like the war was just a rumour.
(chorus)
Now they watch me
Like I’m the enemy.
I never wanted to be brave.
I only ever wanted to be his mother.
But being quiet —
That was never enough.
Not when the walls whisper fear,
Not when children salute monsters,
Not when love means risking everything.
(bridge)
So here I am.
Hands trembling,
Heart steady.
I have one more poster.
And nowhere left to hide.
It started with whispers.
Then disappearances.
One by one, neighbours stopped opening their doors.
(verse)
The baker,
The music teacher,
That boy who always wore red — gone.
And still,
They told us to smile.
To fall in line.
To salute.
To keep the peace.
But what peace?
What’s peaceful about silence while families vanish?
What’s loving about letting hate shout unchecked?
(chorus)
I found the resistance by accident.
Or maybe it found me.
A leaflet tucked inside a coat.
A whispered address.
a question:
“Are you with us?”
No weapons.
No plans to blow things up.
Just truth.
in ink on cheap paper,
glued to walls,
pulled down in fear. 
But for a moment —
it was there, a crack in the lie. 
Jojo asked me once
If I was scared of the Gestapo. 
I lied. 
Of course I’m scared. 
But if I want Jojo to learn
What real courage looks like,
thenshowhim even if it costsme everything!