(Verse 1) You wanted feathers clipped neatly, Wanted silence dressed as grace, Wanted me small enough to fit Inside the comfort of your cage. But I was never built for shrinking, Never made to dim my flame, And every time you tried to bury me I clawed back through the grave. There’s blood beneath these fingernails, Smoke still trapped inside my lungs, Because surviving something toxic Turns survival into war drums. And now the girl you called “too much” Stands taller in the dark, With black wings stitched from heartbreak And fury in her heart. (Pre-Chorus) You mistook my softness for surrender, My kindness for a chain… But even angels become dangerous When they’re taught to live in pain. (Chorus) Black wings don’t break quietly, They tear through the heavens violently. Every scream you tried to silence Still echoes inside of me. I rose from every fire You swore would finish me for good, Now I wear my scars like armor And my grief like a hood. You can call me fallen, cursed, unholy— But black wings don’t break quietly. (Verse 2) I bent until my bones were splinters Trying to keep peace alive, While you mistook my desperation For proof I’d always survive. But survival isn’t living, And love shouldn’t feel like fear, So I stopped apologizing For finally disappearing. Now the moonlight hits different On the woman I became, No longer begging at the altar Of people who loved me in chains. (Bridge — soft piano + violin) Maybe I was never ruined… Maybe I was transforming all along. Maybe the breaking was the birth Of the voice inside these songs. So let the thunder shake the sky, Let the stained glass crack and fall— Because rebirth was always ugly Right before the rise of it all. (Final Chorus — explosive emotional drop) Black wings don’t break quietly, They rip through the night defiantly. And every part of me you buried Came back screaming violently. I’m not your ghost anymore, Not your martyr, not your shame, I’m the storm that learned survival And finally reclaimed her name. So if heaven calls me dangerous, If freedom makes me wild— Then let the black wings spread open… And watch me leave the fire smiling. (Outro — whispered over heavy rain and violin) You tried to cage a creature Born to survive the dark. Now listen closely… That sound? That’s my wings tearing apart the night.
