(Verse 1) His eyes are weary from the passing bars, so empty now they cannot hold a thing. As if this cage were all there is to life, an iron world—and nothing lies beyond. No horizon left, just silence closing in, stealing every mile of open sky. His eyes have learned there’s nothing left to reach, for every hope breaks on the iron bars. (Pre-Chorus) He sees—but long ago he lost the view; the world dissolves into familiar grey. (Chorus) Behind a thousand bars, there stands his being, no road beyond, no light, no home. A mighty will lies buried deep, still dreaming softly deep within. The iron maze keeps turning round, and calls captivity reality. (Verse 2) The gentle grace of powerful, silent steps keeps tracing circles, narrow, worn, and known. A dance of strength around a silent center, where broken courage slowly gnaws its bones. As though the muscles still remember freedom, a freedom that vanished long ago. Yet every round lets one more memory wither, until even longing kneels, exhausted, low. (Pre-Chorus) A body filled with power, fire, and might— yet still his soul remains… and cannot fly. (Chorus) Behind a thousand bars, there stands his being, no road beyond, no light, no home. A mighty will lies buried deep, still dreaming softly deep within. The iron maze keeps turning round, and calls captivity reality. (Bridge) Sometimes the curtain of his pupils lifts, without a sound, for just a fleeting breath. A picture slips through the waiting silence, a shard of life he almost still recalls. It moves like smoke through his motionless limbs, touches his heart—then fades into the dark. (Verse 3) No cry, no fight, no bitter accusation, just one brief spark… then night returns again. Hope never dies with thunder on this day; it fades where no one hears its name. What once burned like a wildfire in the blood is swallowed by a single breath of time. What’s left is only orbit, endless repetition— a life without a sky, a soul in chains. (Final Chorus) Behind a thousand bars, there stands his being, no road beyond, no light, no home. A mighty will lies buried deep, still dreaming softly deep within. Behind the iron lattice, sight must end— yet somewhere, still, the vision won’t die. (Outro) And sometimes… ever so softly… a whole world still lives on inside him.
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