Lyrics

Your father's father wanted this, A sovereign soul that answers to itself— no chains but the ones you choose. You know what's right, you can feel it in your bones. When you stop that knowing from reaching your hands, you're turning away. The trip back will cost more, but the way has already been paved with love. I've always wanted this for you: to belong to no one but the truth inside. Your own equal. Your own voice. When you listen, you're home. When you turn, the path remains— expensive but open, walked already by those who came before.