Not A Game (Baroque Version)

Not a debate
Not a trend
Not a phase you get to end
This is not a game
This is breath, this is pain
Real lives, real names
You don't get to look away
Say what you will, but know this flame
It burns with every name
This is not a game
You sit and speak like we're not here
Just stats and noise, not real and near
But there's a boy who read your post
And now a mother holds him close
You don't hear the silence grow
But we do and we know
This isn't balance, it's a war
And your "questions" open doors
To darker things, to bloody ends
While we just try to breathe again
This is not a game
This is fear, this is shame
This is someone lost today
This is someone pushed away
Say what you will, but feel this weight
You don't get to clean the slate
This is not a game
To the ones still holding on
You are brave just by going on
You are not the lie they claim
You are life not a game
This is not a game
We're still here, still in frame
Not erased, not your blame
We rise through fire, not for fame
Say what you will, but we remain
And we will not be named in vain
This is not not a game
You're not a game
You're a life
Hold on
Hold on