Outcast

In a world of whispers

I hear a song

My rhythm ain't borrowed

I've marched all along

They hushed the truth

I speak it loud and long

An outsider's voice in a crowd gone wrong

I walk through static

turned to my beat

Finding fire where cold and silence meet

They label as strange what they can't define

But I trace truth in a crooked line

 

" Chorus"

I rise through the Silence, beat of one drum

Loud in a world where most stay numb.

Outcast, maybe, but I'm not done

I shine where the wild dreams come

 

In a harsh reality that our world has become

I continue to beat to own drum

While they mimic echoes

I craft my tone

A rebel spirit carved from stone

The noise fades out

But my rhythm stays

carved in silence

Like the sun through haze

I never fit, but I always knew

The beat was mine

And the path was too

So when they whisper

I hum my song

A steady echo where I belong

Outcast they said

But I just grew

Into the sound that broke through