Verse 1 – Whispered
They found you in the garden, with talents full of gold
A story of innocence, deeply hidden and sold
They cut you with painful, cruel edges before you start
They build a cold cathedral from the ruins of your heart
They justify inflicted pain with dark ceremony
They poke the wound to see if it still bleeds as a melody
A cynical construction of an inhumane atrocity.
Pre-Chorus
The kings in velvet suits are sharpening the knives
When the queens covered with your blood and cruel lies
They’ll trade your quiet sanity for more trials
When we respond by quiet silence
They create winter just to hear you pray for spring
But they don’t love the singer—they only love the ring
King David hears you quietly sing
Yet he is the one that breaks their wing
They see the seeds
Yet we see the forest
They hear the sounds
We see the chorus
They want the skies
With pouring money
But with absence of bees
There’s no honey
Chorus
Caged birds need to fly
They belong to the beautiful sky
But you’re pinned behind the velvet, under heavy glare
In a sanctuary of silence, gasping for some air
The given time and space, be kind, not a disgrace
Stop looking for the profit in a tear-stained face
They are like shattered glass
Broken jars
Yet they’re covered with your blood and lies
They won’t stop the insanity and disgrace
Their lies cover their true face
Nothing’s written in stone
It’s time to celebrate, not to mourn
But the soul is being tattered, and the spirit’s being torn.
Verse 2
They curate your pain like a gallery of ghosts
Feeding on the shivers of the one who they hurt, while raising a toast
“Give us more of that despair,” they whisper in the dark
While they’re carefully watching your last remaining spark
They’ll sell the cage, cover the truth
While they’re harvesting the marrow from the bones of your youth
You’re a bird in a boardroom, a puppet in a trance
They’re making your reality bitter, covering your case
Bridge
Same old games, covering you with stones and sand
They brush the silver from your shaking hand
They want the ghost, they want the scream
They’re getting rich off a dying dream
Sky quietly waiting, vast and blue
And you don’t owe them the pieces of you.
Chorus
Caged birds need to fly
They belong to the beautiful sky
The given time and place
Be kind, not a disgrace
Nothing is written in stone
It’s time to celebrate
Not to mourn
Yet you’re pinned under the cover of velvet, under heavy glare
In a sanctuary of silence, gasping for some air
With bloody hands, invading your place
Stop looking for the profit in a tear-stained face
Nothing’s written in stone, it’s time to celebrate, not to mourn
But the soul is being tattered, and the spirit’s being torn.
Outro – Whispered
Open the door.
Let the song be heard, let it free.
We are not slaves, here we disagree.
Finally the bird breaks the iron cage
With deep silence, not with rage
But for the bird you used to be.
This is the story of you and me.
Celebrate.
Don’t mourn.
Fly home.
