[Intro]
(Acoustic guitar picking, melancholic yet steady. A low cello note swells underneath, hinting at the coming intensity.)
[Verse 1]
Sunlight fades on an old photograph frame
A face I can't recall, whispers of a name (Mother)
Grandpa's stories echo, faint and thin
Gone before my childhood could begin
Then my first true friend, with fur so warm and brown
Left a hole in seven-year-old me when he laid down
Now the miles stretch wide, like a river deep and cold
Between me and the friends whose stories I once told
[Chorus]
(Drums k**k in, heavy and driving. Electric guitar distortion layers over the acoustic, creating a powerful, slightly aggressive folk-metal sound. Vocals become more forceful, almost shouted with conviction.)
This is my life, carved in loss and change!
A constant battle on a shifting range!
Through the awkward silence, the missing, and the fear!
I plant my feet right here! I'm still standing here!
[Verse 2]
That one week a year, we try to bridge the gap
But the years have changed the map, we stumble, overlap
Conversations falter, inside jokes feel strange
We're just ghosts of who we were, rearranged
New faces smile, offer different kinds of grace
But the ache for yesterday still finds its place
A shadow in the laughter, a quiet, hollow sound
For the roots I left behind in that familiar ground
[Chorus]
(Heavier again, full band intensity. Backing vocals might add harmony or emphasis.)
This is my life, carved in loss and change!
A constant battle on a shifting range!
Through the awkward silence, the missing, and the fear!
I plant my feet right here! I'm still standing here!
[Bridge]
(Acoustic guitar becomes more prominent again, tempo might slow slightly, vulnerability returns. Vocals raw and confessional.)
Mind gets stuck on loops I can't control
Echoes of the p****n that once took its toll
Scars beneath my sleeve, a frantic, anxious b**t
Hating what I see when mirrors and my thoughts meet
Therapist helps untie the tangled, messy thread
Life feels "decent," but the dread... the constant dread...
That the fragile peace I hold might suddenly give way
To another stormy, unforgiving day...
[Chorus]
(Full power returns, perhaps the heaviest section yet, embodying the struggle and defiance. A brief, sharp metalcore-style scream or growl might punctuate a line like "scream into the void".)
This is my life! Carved in loss and change!
A constant battle on a shifting range!
Through the obsessions screaming, the scars, and the unknown!
I plant my feet right here! I'm not overthrown!
(Post-Chorus Breakdown: Music simplifies momentarily, maybe just heavy, rhythmic drums and a single distorted guitar chord, vocals intense and punctuated)
I plant my feet! I scream into the void!
Though I'm just a kid, bruised and paranoid!
I plant my feet! I won't be swept away!
I face the damn next day!
[Outro]
(Music gradually pulls back. Distortion fades, leaving acoustic guitar and perhaps a lingering cello line. Drums become a simple, steady heartbeat. Vocals soften but remain resolute, fading out.)
Plant my feet... right here...
Keep walking through the fear...
My life... my f***t...
B*****g... bright...
(Acoustic guitar fades, last cello note hangs in the air.)
