A song about the commodification of human suffering.
Written, produced, and performed by Ainjel Emme
Recording Engineers: AE & Todd Bergman
Mixed by AE @ Block Of Joy - Hollywood, CA
Mastered by AE and Anthony Paul Lopez
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I wrote this song about the plight of refugees, but found that my own experience as a survivor of sexual abuse uncovered a thread of suffering that runs, somehow, through us all.
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In the shadows we are left unnamed
Cold, we soldier through the dark
Broken bodies never to be claimed
Sold, a story for a scar
And no one says a single thing
No one says a single thing
No one even knows my name
My name
Silence is the only sound you make
When breath is stolen from your mouth
Deafening hollows in a deadly wake
Ghosts behind a smoking cloud
And no one says a single thing
No one says a single thing
No one even knows my name
My name
Turn around and face your shame
Turn around and face your shame
Turn around and face your shame
I have a name
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