(Dark cinematic Southern rock / country soul — mid-tempo, minor-key verses)[Intro – haunting piano + sparse acoustic guitar, slow and intimate] Soft keys, empty space, a single distant guitar note hanging…[Verse 1 – warm smoky lower register, vulnerable, close-mic] What you hear with one ear… listen to with both… then proclaim from your rooftops. I kept the quiet for years, whispered truths I wouldn’t own, hid the flame behind polite walls so no one had to know.[Pre-Chorus – slight swell, restrained drums enter] No one lights a lamp and puts it under a basket or in a hidden place…[Chorus 1 – anthemic lift, atmospheric electric guitar, deep bass] Rather, they put it on the stand so that everyone who comes and goes can see its light. Can see its light. I’m putting it on the stand now— calm, not bitter, earned and steady. Let them see the light. [Verse 2 – more grit, bluesy guitar texture creeping in] What you hear with one ear, listen to with both, then proclaim from your rooftops. I survived the dark rooms, drew the boundaries in blood and bone, reclaimed the quiet power that was always mine alone.[Pre-Chorus] No one lights a lamp and puts it under a basket or in a hidden place…[Chorus 2 – heavier, gospel-tinged female harmonies rising] Rather, they put it on the stand so that everyone who comes and goes can see its light. Can see its light. I’m putting it on the stand now— resilient, unbroken, the flame still burning true. Let them see the light. [Bridge – strips back dramatically: just piano, sparse acoustic, almost spoken] No one lights a lamp and puts it under a basket or in a hidden place. Rather… they put it on the stand…(long pause — heartbeat silence)[Final Chorus – explodes: soaring vocals, gritty Southern-rock guitars, cinematic drums, layered gospel harmonies] What you hear with one ear, listen to with both, then proclaim from your rooftops! No one lights a lamp and puts it under a basket or in a hidden place. Rather, they put it on the stand so that everyone who comes and goes can see its light— can see its light— can see its light!I’m putting it on the stand. Survival. Boundaries. Power reclaimed. The light is mine to give.[Outro – instruments fall away one by one, near a-cappella, intimate and fading] …so that everyone who comes and goes can see its light…(voice alone, soft, lingering, long decay) You found out.(silence held long enough for the weight to settle)
