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Dad had the tapes, I was just a kid
Didn't know pain, but I felt what you did
Summers were cold, but your voice ran warm
Like a home inside a thunderstorm
I pictured her smile when the chorus would rise
And the light in the window was a crack in the sky
Middle school days, spinning No More Tears
Every riff stronger than my silent fears
You screamed what I couldn't, you howled what I hid
A stranger who knew me more than I ever did
A kid feeling found in a world turned around
Yeah, I was lost and found and turned around
You were the voice in the static
The calm in the madness
A fire that burned through the cold
From metal to mourning
Through heartbreak and warning
You stitched every wound I let show
For every broken kid with no place to belong—
You gave us a song
The truth hit hard, but your voice stayed clear
I kept chasing hope through the darkest years
You pulled me back when the silence grew loud
Still teaching me strength when I couldn't be proud
From changes to shadows, you walked through the fire
A preacher of pain, and a midnight choir
Your tears were our thunder, your whispers our flame
You never gave up, so we stayed in the game
You taught us that wounds can be turned into power
That music could carry us, hour by hour
And I can still hear her last goodbyes
You were the voice in the static
The calm in the madness
The howl in the silence we knew
Through fists in the sky
And tears in our eyes
You made broken feel something like truth
For every soul saved by your shadow and light
You gave us the fight
Yeah, you gave us the fight