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Echoes of a Broken Childhood by Marshall

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Echoes of a Broken Childhood

emotional pop ballad

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The swing’s still swaying though the song is done, In the silence, I find the strength to run
Three friends, one fight, stories never told, In the cracks of my heart, their light still holds. Do not mention sound effects or instruments in the lyrics
Third grade recess, three friends on the swing set, Two of them twin stars, trapped in a state net,
Their shadows stretch long, where secrets were sewn, A house where silence screamed louder than a phone,
One was fighter, small but fierce, armatures of pain, Cancer stole her laughter, left just her name,
I watch their faces fade one by one, Like sunset swallowed by a setting sun,
The playground’s empty, words unsaid, Heavy are the footsteps of the childhood I shed,
Lost in the quiet, when no one speaks my name, Friends turn to memories, caught in a ruthless game,
Holding on to shadows, though they’re drifting away, Still hear their laughter, in the corners of yesterday,
Thirteen candles flicker by, dad’s chair stayed bare, His worn out boots left by the stairs, no one there,
Grandpa’s story’s gone silent, it’s sweet sixteen, Worn medals buried deep, all unseen,
Mafia walls that lock their hearts, no place to run, Where love was a hostage and mercy weighed a ton,
I carry their weight, like stones in my shoes, Walking through the ruins, of every bridge I lose,
Ghost at the window, whispers over the breeze, I’m tracing broken lines, and memories that freeze,
Lost in the quiet, when no one speaks my name, Friends turn to memories, caught in a ruthless game,
Holding on to shadows, though they’re drifting away, Still hear their laughter, in the corners of yesterday,
Underneath the sky, that forgets to cry, I’m telling all the stories no one dared try,
The world’s a cold place, for kids who hold too much, But I reach out, still trembling, for a softer touch,
Lost in the quiet, when no one speaks my name, Friends turn to memories, caught in a ruthless game,
Holding on to shadows, though they’re drifting away, Still hear their laughter, in the corners of yesterday,
In the corners of yesterday,
The swing’s still swaying, though the song is done, In the silence, I find the strength to run,
Three friends, one fight, stories never told, In the cracks of my heart, their light still holds,