Bird Behind the Walls Verse 1 I grew tired of trading words With hearts as hard as stone, Each time a green branch reached for light, They cut it down alone. They fed the soil with bitter weeds, They taught the sky to close, But somewhere underneath the dust, A living river flows. Pre-Chorus They can laugh at every dream, They can drown it in the noise, But they cannot take the music From the trembling of my voice. Chorus There’s a bird behind my walls, Painted bright in secret colors, It was born to wake the morning, Not to hide from angry thunder. So I guard it through the night, Keep its wings away from harm, One day it will cross the horizon With the sun inside its heart. Verse 2 At evening, when the wind arrives With dust upon its face, A slender thought comes running in, Still searching for a place. It hides from all the cruelest tongues, From hands that bruise and blame, It knows my quiet room will keep The fragile spark aflame. Pre-Chorus No compass in its shaking hands, No map beneath its feet, Only faith that somewhere far A kinder world will meet. Chorus There’s a bird behind my walls, Painted bright in secret colors, It was born to wake the morning, Not to hide from angry thunder. So I guard it through the night, Keep its wings away from harm, One day it will cross the horizon With the sun inside its heart. Bridge And when that distant day arrives, When sleeping eyes can see, I’ll place a kiss upon its face For all it gave to me. For every word it saved from fire, For every dream it kept, For every crowd still lost in darkness While the little bird still wept. Final Chorus There’s a bird behind my walls, But the walls will not remain, It will rise above the shouting, Above every wound and chain. And the people who once feared it Will look up into the blue, Hear the song they tried to silence— And discover something true. Outro Fly, little bird, The morning knows your name. Fly, little bird, You were never born for shame.
