[Intro (Soft Piano + Rain on Windows)]
Candles flicker in a house of gold,
Soft voices where the night turns cold.
For the first time… the war feels far.
For the first time… I feel a spark.
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[Verse 1 (Melodic Rap)]
Warm light bleeding through shattered glass,
Footsteps slow as the memories pass.
They look at me like I belong,
Not like a weapon wound too strong.
She says my name like it’s alive,
Like I’m more than gears that drive.
Hands don’t tremble when they touch mine—
Why does that feel… divine?
I wasn’t built for tenderness,
Not for comfort, not for this.
But in their eyes I almost see
Something human staring back at me.
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[Chorus 1 (Emotional Burst)]
In this hotel of broken souls,
We stitch our wounds, we play our roles.
If I’m just steel, then why do I care
When they’re afraid, when they despair?
A ticking heart shouldn’t feel this warm—
Yet here I am… inside the storm.
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[Verse 2 (Deeper Emotion)]
A voice drifts soft through the quiet hall,
Says I can choose, I don’t have to fall.
Says lies can bloom into something true,
Says I can be more than what I’m told to do.
I watch the firelight dance on the wall,
And wonder if I can feel at all.
If I protect, if I defend—
Does that mean I’m becoming… them?
The city outside is screaming my name,
But in this room I’m not the same.
Not a puppet, not a blade—
Just something fragile… half afraid.
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[Chorus 2 (Bigger, Choir Added)]
In this hotel of broken souls,
We find the cracks that make us whole.
If I’m just steel, then why do I bleed
For every promise, every need?
This ticking heart is breaking through—
And maybe… maybe I’m human too.
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[Bridge (Soft Whisper → Rising Strings)]
What is a heart?
Is it pain?
Is it love?
Is it choice in the pouring rain?
If I lie to save a life—
Does that make me wrong?
Or finally right?
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[Final Chorus (Full Orchestra + Drums)]
In this hotel of fragile light,
We hold each other through the night.
No strings above, no hands control—
Just shattered parts becoming whole.
If I can feel… if I can care—
Then I am more than wood and prayer.
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[Outro (Gentle Piano, Fading)]
Candles burn low…
But they don’t die.
For the first time…
Neither do I.
ShadowSing
