Made With These Bare Hands

No one taught me how to survive it. I figured it out alone.

Oh. I grew up with the lights off. Learned to smile

when I felt lost. Everybody else had hands to hold. I had silence,

I had cold. I played tough just to stay sane. Dressed my fear

up, called it strength. Every mirror knew the truth. I was learning

pain before youth. I kept falling just to feel. Kept breaking just to know how

to heal. Now the scars talk louder than plans. I'm in a

man with these bare hands. I learned it the hard way,