The Boy Who Had No Choice

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Born in a house with silver walls
But love was measured by the Dark Lord’s call
A name carved deep into my skin
Before I knew what right was, or sin
They dressed me up in pride and gold
Told me I was brave, told me I was bold
But every lesson tasted like fear
Every promise whispered: Obey or disappear

I learned to sneer before I learned to cry
Learned how to hate before I asked why
They said the world was black and white
But all I saw were endless nights

I was a child in a war of men
With a mark I never chose to wear
They call me cruel, they call me cold
But no one saw the chains I bore
I wasn’t born to be a villain
I was taught, I was forced, I was cornered before
Judge me if you want to
But I was the boy who had no choice

Sixteen years old with blood on my hands
Shaking fingers holding a broken plan
They told me, Prove you’re one of us
Or watch your family turn to dust
I stood in a bathroom, wand drawn tight
Crying where no one could see the fight
I didn’t want to be their heir
I just wanted everyone to live through the year

Every hallway felt like a test
Every breath pressed against my chest
If I failed, they’d all be dead
That’s the truth they never said

I was a child in a war of men
With a curse I couldn’t outrun
They call me weak, they call me scared
As if courage isn’t fear endured
I wasn’t born to crave the darkness
I was raised where love came with a cost
Say I should’ve stood taller
But I was the boy who had no choice

Lowered my wand on the tower that night
Not a hero, but I couldn’t kill
And when the war came crashing down
I chose to survive instead of thrill
I lied to a monster to spare a life
I ran when I could’ve stood and died
They’ll never sing that part aloud
But mercy is its own kind of sound

I was a child in a war of men
Raised by fear, not by faith
They remember the sneer, the name, the tie
But not the tears I hid away
I wasn’t brave like stories say
I was just trying to make it through
If you ever stand where I once stood
You’d pray you had a choice too

History loves its saints and scars
But forgets the kids caught in between
I wasn’t the Dark Lord’s right-hand man
I was just a boy trying not to scream

The boy who had no choice