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Our younger hands would hold the truth so plain
We set it down like rain upon the grain
Without a gilded frame or false intent
We walked in open air and never bent
Now every syllable is weighed and scanned
We test the room before we make a stand
The honest phrase gets shelved before it lands
We polish what we mean with careful hands
The kitchen table's worn where we would write
Our names are carved so deep they hold the light
The words that used to pour now stay polite
We choose our smiles like armor for the night
The kitchen table's worn where we would write
Our names are carved so deep they hold the light
We traded every truth for being right
We bow to every rule we used to fight
Now every syllable is weighed and scanned
We test the room before we make a stand
The honest phrase gets shelved before it lands
We polish what we mean with careful hands
The kitchen table's worn where we would write
Our names are carved so deep they hold the light
The words that used to pour now stay polite
We choose our smiles like armor for the night
The kitchen table's worn where we would write
Our names are carved so deep they hold the light
We traded every truth for being right
We bow to every rule we used to fight
