[Intro – Orien (soft, distant)] Hush now, little ember, sleep inside the dark I’ll kiss your dreaming forehead And leave you with a spark [Intro – Satyriel (whispered, amused)] Hush now, little misfit, born with burning veins I’ll wait inside your shadow To turn that spark to stains [Verse 1 – Orien] I found you in the quiet of a sterile, white-lit room Where grown-ups spoke in numbers And called it “fate” and “soon” I bent above your cradle, all starlight, ink and breath And laid a hidden language Beneath your fragile chest Little heart, I gave you colors You could never quite unsee A longing for the margins And unwritten symphony You stirred beneath my blessing Tiny fist, a silent claim I whispered, “Be a story” And the world would know your name [Verse 2 – Satyriel] I watched you from the doorway When the lights went cold and thin They told you, “Learn to settle” I slipped quietly within I crawled into the fractures That their judgements left behind Where all their bitter lessons Had split your tender mind Little heart, I gave you poison In a silver, whispered glass Called it truth and self-protection Let it lace your every gasp I turned her golden favor To a sharpened, hidden blade You called it “art” and “coping” But it’s me in every shade [Pre-Chorus - Orien] I gave you hands that ache to shape the ache you never say [Pre-Chorus - Satyriel] I gave you eyes that only trust what’s broken, night not day [Pre-Chorus - Both] And in the space between our gifts, you learned to stand, half-wild, half-torn A little flame of ink and scorn [Chorus – Both (call & response, then together)] [Orien] I gave you a spark To paint the dark To stitch your wounds in silver lines [Satyriel] I gave you the stain Inside your brain That says, *“You’re safest in decline”* [Both] You are the hymn and the blasphemy The open cut and remedy Little flame, you burn between The muse you were And the curse I’ve been [Verse 3 – Orien] They called you too intense When you were only just awake So you swallowed back your oceans Till your ribcage had to break I saw the songs you buried In the folders marked “someday” I held out constellations But you stared the other way [Verse 4 – Satyriel] And I was there in mirrors When your eyes refused your face I dressed your doubt in velvet Made despair a sacred place I fed you pretty daggers Made of “never good enough” You thought it was your own voice I just turned the volume up [Pre-Chorus 2 – Both] [Orien] I traced a map of maybes in the margins of your skin [Satyriel] I circled every wound and said, “That’s where we begin.” [Both] Between the ink and all the rot, you learned to walk on fault-line ground Half afraid to be found [Chorus – Both] [Orien] I gave you a spark To light the dark To carve your name in crooked stars [Satyriel] I gave you the stain That whispers, “Stay” In every cage and every scar [Both] You are the prayer and profanity The fragile truth and heresy Little flame, you burn between What you might heal And what I mean [Bridge – Dialog] [Satyriel (low, intense)] Tell me, muse, when you kissed her brow Did you see how deep she’d drown? Did you know that every color Turns to rust in this old town? [Orien (firm, aching)] Tell me, liar, when you touched her In the fractures of her youth Did you twist because you’re wicked Or because you fear her truth? [Satyriel] I feared the day she’d see me For the shadow that I am So I wrapped her in my darkness Called it “safety”, called it “plan” [Orien] I feared the day they’d crush her Into boxes, thin and small So I made her heart a furnace Even if it burns us all [Both] We shaped a girl of kindling On a world that loves to choke We lit a match inside her chest And call it Hope And Smoke [Final Chorus - Orien (bigger, more dramatic)] I gave you a spark A defiant heart A thousand doors you’ve yet to choose [Final Chorus - Satyriel (bigger, more dramatic)] I gave you the stain The holy pain The voice that asks, “What if you lose?” [Both] You are the line we both can’t own The burning house, the sovereign throne Little flame, now burn between Not just our wills But what you mean [Outro - Orien (soft, close to the mic)] Sleep, my little ember, don’t forget your hands were made to write [Outro - Satyriel (almost a whisper in the other ear)] Wake, my little misfit, don’t forget I’m waiting when you fight [Outro - Both, hauchend] We are the spark and the stain in your veins But the fire is yours to name
