[Intro – Ghostly whispers, distant violin] They told me to be seen... But never heard. To exist... But never take up space. So I became a ghost. But ghosts remember things... And this one remembers her name. [Verse 1 – Soft, haunting female vocals] I used to paint in shades of silence, Where the walls could never see. Folded every dream like paper, Hid the brightest parts of me. I learned to disappear politely, Never question, never fight. Turned my laughter into whispers, Kept my colors out of sight. I was living in the hallway, Of a house that wasn't mine. Watching everyone keep moving, While I stood outside of time. But underneath the dust and darkness, Something restless stayed awake. A little bird beneath the floorboards, With a song they couldn't take. [Pre-Chorus – Rising violin] And I heard her in the silence, Like a heartbeat through the stone. She whispered, "You were never nothing. You were never meant for ghosts." [Chorus – Sweeping Celtic strings] The ghost is taking her name back, Pulling color through the cracks. She's gathering all the pieces That she thought she'd never have. She's not asking for forgiveness, For the space she needs to claim. She's stepping from the shadows, And remembering her name. Oh, let the haunted hallways crumble, Let the old reflections fade. The ghost is taking her name back... And Littlebird is here to stay. [Verse 2 – Dark folk guitar, gentle percussion] There's a mirror in the bedroom, Where I barely used to look. I could recognize the damage, But not the face that damage took. Now I see a woman standing, With her fire-colored hair. One side shaved to mark the freedom Of a life she chose to wear. There's a constellation in her eyes, A thousand stories on her skin. There's a witch beneath the moonlight, Letting all her chaos in. She still carries all her shadows, Still has nights she falls apart. But she doesn't call them failures, They're just chapters of her heart. [Pre-Chorus – Layered harmonies] And the voice I thought they'd buried, Started singing through the walls. Not a whisper asking pardon, But a song that filled the halls. [Chorus – Fuller orchestral sound] The ghost is taking her name back, Pulling color through the cracks. She's gathering all the pieces That she thought she'd never have. She's not asking for forgiveness, For the space she needs to claim. She's stepping from the shadows, And remembering her name. Oh, let the haunted hallways crumble, Let the old reflections fade. The ghost is taking her name back... And Littlebird is here to stay. [Bridge – Music fades to piano and heartbeat] I don't need to be who I was. I don't need to turn back time. I don't need their understanding To believe this life is mine. To the girl behind the locked door, With her paintings tucked away... I'm sorry that I left you there. I'm opening it today. Come out with all your music, Your messy, beautiful mind. Bring your crooked little drawings, Bring the dreams you left behind. You don't have to earn your freedom. You don't have to hide your face. We were never born to haunt this world... We were born to leave a trace. [Final Chorus – Cinematic violins, triumphant angelic harmonies] THE GHOST HAS TAKEN HER NAME BACK! There's no hiding in the cracks! Every color that was stolen Is returning twice as bright! She's the thunder and the starlight, She's the chaos and the flame! She's the woman standing fearless, With her own name on the page! Let the haunted hallways crumble! Let the darkness drift away! She doesn't need their permission To be seen in the light of day! The ghost has taken her name back... And Littlebird is here to stay! [Outro – Soft violin, gentle whispered vocals] I used to be the hidden ghost, Afraid that they'd see me. Now I leave the curtains open, Let the morning find me. [Whispered] My name is Langley. My name is Littlebird. And I deserve to be heard. [Final fading whisper] I was never invisible... I was waiting to be seen.
