[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. ⸻ [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. ⸻ [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. ⸻ [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. ⸻ [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. ⸻ [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? ⸻ [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. ⸻ [Outro (Gentle Piano, Fading)] Candles burn low… But they don’t die. For the first time… Neither do I.

Hotel Safehouse Hymn