[Style: Dark cinematic spiritual ballad Piano, low cello, restrained percussion, deep male narration, and a gradual rise toward a hopeful ending.] [Intro — whispered, over a low piano note] Who put the bars around our world? Who keeps the door shut tight? And why, when we demand our freedom, Does something say, "Not yet. Not quite"? [Verse 1 — slow, restrained] We want to run, we want to fly, We want the stars beyond the sky. We want the power, want the key, We want the right to just be free. But look around at what we've done, At all the wars we have begun. With all our wisdom, all our might, Why can't we seem to get things right? [Verse 2 — darker, more insistent] If we could leave this world behind, What would we carry in our minds? Would other worlds find peace at last, Or would we bring our troubles past? We build our weapons, claim our rights, We call it justice when we fight. We blame the world for all its pain— Then do the things that cause it again. [Pre-Chorus — music begins to build] Perhaps the bars are not the whole Of what has kept us in control. Perhaps the question isn't where— But what we'd do if we were there. [Chorus — powerful, searching] Are we fit to be free? Is that the question we must face? If every door were opened wide, Would we bring love into that place? Or would we take our selfish hearts Wherever we were free to roam? Could we be trusted with the stars If we can't make this world a home? [Bridge — music falls away; a quiet voice] A prisoner dreams of open doors. A wild thing longs to roam. But what if freedom gives us more Of what we carried home? What if the One who holds the key Wants something more than our release? What if He longs to set us free By teaching us to live in peace? [Final refrain — warmer, with growing hope] Then change my heart before the door. Teach me to love, not wound anymore. Don't merely loose me to my way— Make me someone who loves Your way. I thought I only needed freedom. Now I see there's something more: Not just to leave my prison— But to be fit to leave the door.
