Raised in the Noise
I grew up hearing voices through the walls,
Never knowing when the next fight would call.
Mama had her battles,
things she couldn’t hide,
And I learned way too young what addiction looked like inside.
Daddy had his anger,
I was scared of the sound,
Trying to disappear whenever he was around.
While other kids were dreaming underneath their sheets,
I was wishing for a home
where I could finally breathe.
All the yelling, all the doors,
All the words I can’t ignore.
I was just a kid trying to understand,
Why love could hurt when it came from your hands.
I was raised in the noise,
raised in the pain,
Trying to find some sunshine through the rain.
I heard the cussing,
I watched people fight,
And prayed that someday things would feel alright.
You gave me scars that nobody could see,
But you don’t get to decide who I’ll be.
I came from a place that broke my heart,
But I’m still here,
and I’m making a start.
I learned to stay quiet,
learned to read every room,
Learned how to smile when I felt consumed.
I wondered if the chaos was somehow my fault,
When really I was just a kid caught in it all.
I carried those memories everywhere I went,
Trying to understand what they meant.
But I’m learning now I deserved better than that,
And I don’t have to carry what happened in the past.
I can’t change where I came from,
Can’t erase what’s been done.
But I can choose where I go,
I can become someone they’ll never know.
The cycle ends with me,
I’m becoming who I’m meant to be.
I was raised in the noise,
raised in the pain,
But I’m finding my way through the rain.
I heard the cussing,
I watched people fight,
But I’m learning how to make my own life.
You gave me memories I never deserved,
But I’m finding my voice,
finding my words. I came from a place that broke my heart,
But I’m still here,
and I’m making a start.
Maybe someday I’ll look back and see,
The past was something that happened to me— Not something that gets
to define my life.
I’m more than the chaos.
I’m more than the night. (humm)