" Black Sheep " Emma Carter

#originalsong #ownbyemmacarter #lyrics The portrait on the hallway wall is perfectly aligned Every smile is polished, every secret stays confined But I’m the crooked frame that refuses to hang straight The sudden glitch in the machine, the heavy hand of fate I wore the hand-me-downs of expectations never me A debt of quiet loyalty I wasn't finished paying yet They spoke in silver whispers of the paths I ought to tread But I was busy listening to the thunder in my head instead Oh, I’m the black sheep, the one who broke the fold I found a different kind of fire in the freezing cold You can call it wandering, you can call it lost But I’m the only one who truly knows what freedom cost Yeah, the wool is dark, but the heart is wide With nowhere left to run, and nowhere left to hide Dinner tables turned to courtrooms every Sunday night Where "different" was a synonym for never being right They painted me in shadows while they basked within the sun Labeling my questions as a battle they had won But while they grazed the meadow in a comfortable line I was climbing up the jagged rocks to see the stars align It’s lonely in the thicket where the briars tear your skin But it’s holier than any cage they tried to keep me in Oh, I’m the black sheep, the one who broke the fold I found a different kind of fire in the freezing cold You can call it wandering, you can call it lost But I’m the only one who truly knows what freedom cost Yeah, the wool is dark, but the heart is wide With nowhere left to run, and nowhere left to hide Is it a stain if it’s the color you were born to be? Is it a chain if it’s the only thing that sets you free? You see a rebel, I see a soul that finally spoke You see the ashes, I see the light beneath the smoke I’m not a tragedy, I’m not a cautionary tale I’m the wind that finally found the courage for the sail! Years have passed and now the distance softened all the stings I realized that heavy wool was meant for winter's wings The ones who cast the stones are still huddled in the gate Afraid of any shadow that might challenge their own state But I’ve walked through the valleys and I’ve slept upon the peak I found the very answers that they’re too afraid to seek I’m a different shade of legacy, a different kind of kin And I’d choose this lonely color every time I start again The black sheep’s coming home, but not to fit the mold Just to show the others that the world is brave and bold Keep your white-washed fences and your tidy little rows I’ll stay out where the wild timber grows Yeah, I’ll stay out where the wild timber grows... Black sheep Black sheep