Stones
Miki Ratsula Lyrics

Under cherry blue skies there's a boy sitting silent
A boy sits quietly under the sky made beautiful by cherry blossoms.

In the shade of an ironwood tree.
He is sheltered by the shade of an ironwood tree.

He doesn't know now, but his heart will know soon
The boy is yet unaware of his identity, but he will soon realize who he truly is in his heart.

He's so specially different like me.
The artist feels a kinship with the boy as they are both unique and different from others.

It kills to find out your love is a crime
Realizing that your love is considered a wrongdoing or a sin is emotionally devastating.

To the ones that taught you to love
It is especially painful when those who taught you how to love are the ones who also condemn your love.

You didn't choose to be beaten or bruised
The scars and wounds inflicted on you were never a choice of your own.

By the stones that built your home
The things that formed the foundation of your upbringing and values are the same things that have hurt and damaged you.

There's a girl in the mirror taunted by the reflection
A girl is tormented by the reflection staring back at her from the mirror.

Of someone she'll never be
She feels like she will never be able to live up to the expectations others have set for her.

In a silken pink dress that falls to her ankles like chains
The dress that she wears, although beautiful, weighs her down like a burden.

She longs to be free
The girl yearns for the freedom to be herself and break free of societal standards.

Her brother's tuxedo that hangs in the closet
The girl realizes that she would feel more comfortable and true to herself in her brother's clothing.

Would fit her much better, she knows.
She acknowledges that she is out of place and uncomfortable in the gendered clothing society expects her to wear.

Every once in a while when the cries get too loud
During moments of intense emotional pain and despair,

And hurt is all we see
When all we can perceive is pain and grief,

Call out the wrongs at the top of our lungs
We should shout out all the injustice and unfairness that we experience with every fiber of our being.

We have the right to be
We deserve to exist and live without fear, shame, or guilt.

We're damned and abused, often stripped of our truth
We are often condemned and mistreated, and our sense of ourselves is frequently denied and vilified.

Aren't we all deserving of love?
The artist questions why anyone should be deprived of the basic human need of love and acceptance.

We didn't choose to be beaten and bruised
The emotional and physical pain we suffer is not something we have willingly chosen.

By the stones that built our home
The societal and cultural constructs that have shaped us have not always been kind or nurturing, and have instead caused us harm.