“10. A Chemical Anchor” from The House That Trauma Built by Li Jean-Luc Harris. Released: 2026. Track 10.
Lyrics: (Verse 1)
A storm in my head, a relentless tide
A weight on my chest with nowhere to hide
The whispers got louder, a treacherous sea
Self-harm was the anchor, the only solace for me
The school gates all shattered, a crisis unseen
Then hospital doors for a boy of fifteen
They asked, “Is it voluntary?” What could I say?
Terrified of the future I’d face either way.
(Chorus)
And these sterile white walls, they held all my pain
But a glimmer of hope started falling like rain
I found my own voice in the silence and fear
A journey began then, the reason I’m here
To mend a broken heart, to stand up and be strong
And finally write a story where I belong.
(Verse 2)
Faces were blurred in a clinical haze
Locked in a routine for desolate days
No phone and no freedom, my own rights curtailed
A prisoner sectioned, my spirit had failed
They pushed me for therapy, I couldn’t speak
The weight of the past just left me too weak
My lips remained sealed, holding secrets inside
With so much to say, and with nowhere to hide.
(Chorus)
And these sterile white walls, they held all my pain
But a glimmer of hope started falling like rain
I found my own voice in the silence and fear
A journey began then, the reason I’m here
To mend a broken heart, to stand up and be strong
And finally write a story where I belong.
(Bridge)
Then a glimmer of light, just a pen and a page
To let out the feelings, the fear, and the rage
Dr. Oliver listened, he gave me the space
To finally see truth in this desolate place.
Then the letter arrived, “Your care’s at an end”
Another cliff edge, with no-one to send
But the words on that paper, they weren’t just the past
They were the first brick I laid, for a life that would last.
(Chorus)
‘Cause these sterile white walls, they held all my pain
But a glimmer of hope started falling like rain
I found my own voice in the silence and fear
A journey began then, the reason I’m here
To mend a broken heart, to stand up and be strong
And finally write a story where I belong.
(Outro)
Not defined by the darkness, not trapped by the pain…
But by the resilience that blossoms in rain…
With every word spoken, my voice has grown strong…
This is my story…
Where I belong.