Lost El Paso Paranormal

I grew up in the seventies, a retro, golden haze,

Where rules were written quietly to shape our younger days.

We didn't have a word for what it meant to give consent,

We only knew that silence was the way our lives were spent.

We learned to smile and yield, to keep the peace and please the men,

To place our own desires far beyond where eyes could bend.

And deep inside my mind, a heavy whisper stayed and grew:

That being born a woman meant I mattered less than you.
 

(Verse 2)

For years I walked that path, with heavy lessons in my skin,

Believing that my purpose was defined by those within.

My needs were left uncounted, and my thoughts were pushed aside,

A gentle shadow standing where a fire ought to hide.
 

(Verse 3)

But time moves on, and currents shift, and light begins to break,

I look around today and see the steps young women take.

They’re smarter, stronger, fiercer than the world we used to know,

With voices loud and powerful that refuse to stay below.

It fills my heart with wonder, seeing freedom in their eyes,

A generation standing tall beneath uncluttered skies.
 

(Verse 4)

And though the shadows gather now, and things feel dark and strange,

Though voices try to pull us back and turn away from change,

We refuse to let them rewind time or lock the open door,

We will not watch the future walk the paths we walked before.

We want the young to stand sincere, authentic, whole, and free,

Unbound by ancient quietly-taught inequality.
 

(Verse 5)

And as for me, I’ve grown as well, and unlearned what was taught,

I know my worth, I know my heart, and all the peace I’ve sought.

I love the strength in women—it turns out I love them too,

So if a lovely lady’s out there looking for something true,

My heart is open, clear, and proud, ready for what’s new!

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The headlines heavy with the dark, the noise is growing loud,

They try to spread a bitter chill across every gathered crowd.

They want to sow division, sell us anger, fear, and dread,

To quiet down the songs we sing and drown the words we’ve said.

They’d love to see our canvases wiped clean of color, bright and bold,

And turn our art and melody to silence, grey and cold.
 

(Verse 2)

They think that fear will bow our heads and make us step aside,

That we’ll forget the roots we hold, our heritage and pride.

But they don't know the sun that bakes the Franklin Mountain stone,

They do not know the spirit that this border town has known.

El Paso stands on history, through trials, heat, and strain,

We’ve weathered every heavy storm and risen through the rain.
 

(Verse 3)

We are the folks of El Chuco, resilient, warm, and true,

The abuelas on the front porch, and the youth with dreams anew.

Old hands that built these neighborhoods, young hearts that carry light,

Standing side by side together, strong against the night.

We reject the twisted rhetoric, the walls they try to build,

Our streets are full of sacred life, our spirits are fulfilled.

(Verse 4)

We fight back with our flavors, with the food that brings us close,

With aromas from the kitchen that mean more than any boast.

We fight back with our music, let the rhythm fill the air,

With murals painted proudly over walls once stripped and bare.

We conquer all their bitterness with joy they can't erase,

With open arms and kindness in this desert-blooming place.
 

(Verse 5)

So let them try to divide us, let them push their angry line,

We’ll answer with community, with our sacred design.

We won't go down, we won't yield, we won't be made afraid,

We hold the line with dignity that never starts to fade.

Through every test, through every turn, El Paso will endure—

Rooted in our culture, united, proud, and pure!