[Intro: shamanic drums, deep bass drone, lonely Peruvian flute] [Whispered] [Verse 1: intimate, low, electric-acoustic guitar only] I learned to be a shadow on their wall, A chair left empty when they call. I sewed my mouth with silver thread, To fit the beds I was never led. I was the winter in their spring, The wrong note that they wouldn't sing. [Pre-Chorus: drums enter, breathy] Every room I entered, Forgot how to breathe. Every hand I reached for, Taught me how to bleed. [Chorus: FULL - tribal drums, bass, flute, electric-acoustic strumming - powerful but not screaming] I was the house with no door, You kept knocking just to keep me on the floor. You loved the echo when I learned to be quiet, You called it peace, I called it riot. So I am boarding up your windows in my soul, I am reclaiming what you stole. I am not lost, I am not small - I just never belonged in your doorless house at all. [Verse 2: darker, heavier] You crowned me "too much" and "not enough", A wolf too soft, a dove too rough. You taught my tongue to taste like stone, So when I screamed, I screamed alone. But stone don't break, stone learns to wait, Stone grows moss over the gate. [Bridge: Ritual - only drums, bass drone, quena flute and whispered choir] Hush now. Listen. That is not their shouting. That is the sound of my own roots, Finally breaking through the concrete. I do not need a chair at your table, I am the whole forest. I do not need your map to belong, I am the compass. [Final Chorus: Lowest, most certain, anthemic] No more houses with no doors. No more keeping score on your floors. If my voice is a storm, let it rain. I will not make myself quiet again. I am boarding up your windows in my soul, Watch me turn this ache to coal, To diamond, To fire. I was never unneeded - I was just planted in the wrong wire. [Outro: Flute solo, fading tribal drums, bass remains] Enough. Enough. I remain.
