[Intro – Whispered, distant choir, slow tribal heartbeat] Who gave you the keys? Who gave you the crown? Who told you that heaven Was yours to lock down? [Verse 1 – Deep male spoken rhythm] You built a wall and called it holy Drew a line around the chosen Preached of love with fists of judgment Left the wounded out in the cold You say the name but miss the meaning Raise the book but close your hand If love is patient, love is kindness Tell me where your gates began [Pre-Chorus – Rising female choir] Oh, let the thunder roll Let the broken find their way You don't own another soul You don't get to lock the gate [Chorus – Massive melodic tribal EDM] THE LIGHT DON'T NEED A GATE! LOVE DON'T NEED A THRONE! NO SOUL LEFT BEHIND! NO ONE WALKS ALONE! You can build your walls of stone You can preach who gets to stay But the flame keeps burning on AND THE LIGHT DON'T NEED A GATE! [Drop – Heavy tribal drums, distorted bass] HEY! HEY! HEY! NO SOUL LEFT BEHIND! HEY! HEY! HEY! LET THE DIAMOND SHINE! [Verse 2 – Gritty rhythmic vocal] I don't need to win your heaven I don't need to wear your crown I won't force you through the doorway I won't turn the wounded down If you're tired, go and rest now If you're ready, find your way I won't chase and I won't chain you But the door is open today [Bridge – Music cuts, intimate spoken voice] You asked me where I mentioned Jesus. I asked you where you practiced love. Love is patient. Love is kind. It doesn't boast. It doesn't keep score. And it never needed your permission. [Build – Choir and drums accelerating] Not your kingdom! Not your claim! Not your power! Not your name! [Final Chorus – Full gospel choir, orchestral EDM] THE LIGHT DON'T NEED A GATE! LOVE DON'T NEED A THRONE! NO SOUL LEFT BEHIND! NO ONE WALKS ALONE! Break the circle, draw the spiral Let the wounded find their way Every soul deserves a doorway AND THE LIGHT DON'T NEED A GATE! [Final Drop – Tribal choir chant] NO SOUL! LEFT BEHIND! NO SOUL! LEFT BEHIND! THE DOOR! STANDS OPEN! LET THE DIAMOND SHINE! [Outro – Whispered, heartbeat fading] I am not the rescue. I am not the judge. I hold the line. I hold the flame. The door stands open.
