Those curses were not yours, child
They were ours.
You were not born
Branded with destiny's iron
Under the wrath of stars.
We saw violence, silent and loud,
Hidden inside the curtains of love,
All tears had to be washed away,
All cries had to be muffled,
Generational curses fell
Upon our heads,
And those plights were not yours,
Child, you were born after the
You were born to live,
We were born to survive.