[Intro – quiet, fragile voice] I still remember your hands on the strings, Teaching my feet how to dance. You said, “If the world ever tears you apart, Just follow the thread back again.” [Verse 1] I crossed through towns with the windows shut, Where every stranger knew my face. Bandits followed the marks in the dust, Inquisitors called me a disgrace. I learned when words could open a door, I learned when words were no use. Some men ran when they saw my smile, Some made me show them the truth. [Pre-Chorus] Every stitch that they tore from me, Every night I survived, I kept one little thread in my chest To prove I was still alive. [Chorus] Papa, can you hear me? I’m still following your strings. Through the fire, through the screaming, Through a thousand broken things. I got blood upon my ribbons, I got shadows in my eyes, But beneath this torn-out fabric Your little Ginny never died. So leave the workshop light on. Don’t let the doorway close. I’ve been gone for far too long. Papa… I’m coming home. [Verse 2 – faster, darker] There were times I talked my way through, Shared my bread and learned their names. There were times the room went silent And I was the only one who walked away. I never wanted crimson floors, Never dreamed I’d bare my teeth. But mercy is a fragile thing When predators smell something weak. Then somewhere on that endless road I finally wasn’t alone. We laughed around a dying fire And called the wilderness home. [Pre-Chorus 2] One by one the voices vanished, One by one the footsteps ceased. I carried names inside my head For friends I couldn’t keep. [Chorus] Papa, can you hear me? I’m still following your strings. Through the hunters, through the cold nights, Through the loss of everything. I got blood upon my ribbons, I got scars beneath my seams, And sometimes when I close my eyes I still hear my friends in dreams. So leave the workshop light on. Don’t let the doorway close. There’s only one road left to walk. Papa… I’m coming home. [Bridge – music drops, almost spoken] I used to fear the dark. Then I learned to live inside it. I used to hide from monsters. Then monsters learned to hide from me. I learned to bite. I learned to lie. I learned to fight when talking failed. But I never learned how to stop missing you. [Build-up] No strings above me. No hands to guide me. No friends beside me. Just one old memory: a workshop… a warm light… and you. [Final Chorus – emotional, less aggressive at first] Papa, can you see me? I found the road again. I’m not the little doll you lost, But I’m still your Ginny underneath. My hands are shaking badly. I don’t know what to say. I crossed a world that wanted me dead Just to stand here today. So don’t ask where the stains came from. Don’t ask me who I had to be. Just put your hand upon my head And tell me you remember me. [Outro – very quiet] The door opens. The strings fall still. I see you crying. I think I am too. Papa… I’m home.
