Daughter of the Fallout

Born in silence, born in ash,

Winds of fire sang lullabies…

I came from where the light won’t go,

A land of shadows, rust, and snow.

No name, no crown, no holy skies,

Just broken gods and lullaby lies.

They said I’d burn before I bloom,

But I was thunder in the womb.

I learned to run with shattered feet,

And now I make the ground repeat—

They buried hope beneath our bones,

But I rise louder than their drones.

You fear the dark? I call it mine.

I found the spark they left behind.

AAYYAHHHHHHHH!

I am the flame that won’t stay low.

Ash in my lungs, but watch me glow.

This wasteland child, they left for dead,

Now leads the march with fire instead.

From poison soil, I forged my throne —

No longer lost. I stand alone.

I walked through glass and acid rain,

Each step a scream, each breath a chain.

But deep inside the silence grew,

A voice too loud for them to mute.

I am not ruins, I am rebirth,

The cursed now rising from the earth.

You hear my cry? It shakes the core —

I’m not the end, I am the war.

No longer dust beneath their games,

My name is carved in fallout flames.

And if I fall, I’ll still ignite —

A thousand girls will rise and fight.

AAHHHH-YAHHHH!

I am the voice beneath the stone,

A rebel spark they can't disown.

This cursed child they tried to break,

Now shakes the skies, now makes it quake.

The future burns behind my eyes —

I am the change they can’t deny.

Fallout child, desert flame…

Born to end the world’s old name.