Born for more

This breath ain’t borrowed, it’s a miracle given,
A light in the dark of a world barely livin’.
But we trade our fire for a glass screen,
Marchin’ like ghosts through a dead routine.

They sell us dreams in a box of desire,
While the soul gets colder and the spirit tires.
We scroll through pain, but don’t raise a hand,
Too busy to try and understand.

We were born for more than work and sleep,
More than empty praise and secrets we keep.
There’s a truth to speak, a world to mend,
But too many wait for someone else to begin.
Yeah, we could move mountains, break every chain —
But we settle for comfort… and curse the rain.

I’ve seen kind hearts turn their faces away,
Sayin’ “It’s not my fight,” then kneel and pray.
But silence feeds the beast we fear,
And good folks vanish when hate draws near.

They teach us to fit, to not ask why,
To chase the next thrill ‘til the moment dies.
But deep in the bones, we all feel the cost —
A legacy wasted, a future lost.

We’ve got hands that heal, minds that create,
But we drown ‘em in noise, and call it fate.
We laugh at the broken, scroll past the cries,
Build our kingdoms… on truth we deny.

There’s a war inside — not with gun or blade,
But with every choice that we've ever made.

We were born for more than just gettin’ by,
Than numbers and likes and scripted lies.
There’s a fire in the few who still believe,
That life means more than what we achieve.
So I’ll sing for the ones who dare to see —
This world won’t change… unless it’s you and me.

There’s a story to tell…
A truth to reclaim…
But only the brave…
they will be able to take it