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Title: The Ones Left Behind
Album: The Shadow Of Poverty
Label: Vox Caeli, Vox Veritas

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Lyrics: ©2025 Vanida Plamondon
Music: ©2025 Vanida Plamondon (AI-Assisted)

Intro
I climbed the walls, I left the ground,
But echoes of the streets still sound.
Every step feels borrowed, strange,
Every gain brings a quiet change.
I carry voices I cannot shake,
The ones still trapped in what I forsake.
Survivor’s guilt, it hums inside,
The life I claim, the paths I hide.

Verse 1
I walk through neighborhoods I outgrew,
See familiar faces, nothing new.
The buildings whisper stories old,
Of struggle, loss, of hands gone cold.
I “made it,” they say, and yet I feel,
A quiet weight I cannot heal.
Displacement hums beneath the skin,
The cost of leaving, the hidden sin.

Pre-Chorus
Every smile carries a sting,
Every freedom a tethered string.
I move through spaces that feel apart,
Haunted by the world I left at heart.

Chorus
We are the ones who walked away,
Yet shadows of the past still stay.
We carry guilt, we carry pain,
The lives we left, the unseen chain.
Alienated by fortune’s grace,
We see the void, the empty space.
The streets remain in memory,
The cost of rising is what we see.

Bridge 1
The neighbors smile, the kids play on,
Yet the roots of struggle linger strong.
Every gain feels like a theft,
Every victory, the lives left bereft.
I navigate a world unkind,
Carrying those I left behind.
Survivor’s guilt is a quiet drum,
A steady beat of where I come from.

Verse 2
Opportunities open, doors swing wide,
Yet loneliness follows at every stride.
The new world is polished, distant, bright,
But the streets I left still haunt my nights.
I speak of triumph, I smile, I nod,
But guilt whispers softly, a quiet prod.
I navigate a place I barely know,
Haunted by the paths I had to go.

Chorus
We are the ones who walked away,
Yet shadows of the past still stay.
We carry guilt, we carry pain,
The lives we left, the unseen chain.
Alienated by fortune’s grace,
We see the void, the empty space.
The streets remain in memory,
The cost of rising is what we see.

Bridge 2
Imagine a world where none are left,
Where all are lifted, all are blessed.
Where climbing up doesn’t leave you torn,
Where no one suffers, where no one mourns.
We rise with hands that reach behind,
A shared ascent, no guilt confined.
Until then we carry the name,
Of those we left, of streets aflame.

Final Chorus
We are the ones who walked away,
Yet shadows of the past still stay.
We carry guilt, we carry pain,
The lives we left, the unseen chain.
Alienated by fortune’s grace,
We see the void, the empty space.
The streets remain in memory,
The cost of rising is what we see.

Outro
We rise, we remember, we reach, we hold,
The stories of the streets, the lives untold.
Survivor’s guilt, a quiet flame,
But we carry forward, we speak their name.