Prompt / Lyrics
Low strings. Distant hum. Slow heartbeat.] ELPHABA (low, intimate): These marble halls still echo With every step I made, Polished smiles like daggers, Silken threats in jade. I learned to wear the silence Like velvet on a bruise, But roots grow wild in darkness— I had nothing left to lose. ENSEMBLE (hushed): Never one of us… Never quite the same… ELPHABA (lifting): You built your shining kingdom On the trembling of the small, Painted fear as virtue, Hung your judgment on the wall. You called me strange, unnatural, A shadow to contain— But difference is the lightning Before the storm and rain. [Heartbeat grows stronger.] If I am thunder, let me roll. If I am fire, free my soul. I will not break to fit your frame— I will not shrink beneath your shame. CHORUS (soaring): I rise in emerald flame, Higher than your narrow sky. Say my name— I was never meant to hide. If you need a monster, If you need someone to blame, I’ll stand before you unafraid— Remember my name. [Drums enter. Gospel pulse.] I tried to be your mercy, I offered you my light, But mercy met with mockery Turns iron in the fight. Every scar you gave me Carved truth into my skin— You fear what you can’t silence, So you call it sin. ENSEMBLE (layered): Dangerous… Defiant… Uncontained… ELPHABA (low, steady): Do you feel it in your towers? The tremor in your throne? The crack inside your mirror Where certainty was sewn? You painted me a villain Before I spoke a word— But monsters are reflections Of the lies you always served. [Music drops. Dark groove.] Find that Dorothy. Find the girl in blue. Tell her every fairy tale Was twisted into truth. She walks inside your daylight— I rise inside your dread. You made me your catastrophe. Now hear what you have bred. [Key change. Full drums.] Let the sirens cry. Let the righteous shake. If goodness means surrender, Then let your heaven break. Keep your spotless halos, Your brittle crown above— I’d rather stand in fury Than kneel for borrowed love. FINAL CHORUS (full company): I rise in emerald fire, Watch the heavens rearrange. Call me wicked— I am power you can’t chain. If wicked means I won’t submit, If wicked means I will not quit, If wicked means I stand alone— Then emerald is my throne. ELPHABA (belt, then drop to contralto): I rise— Through smoke and blame— I rise— Unbound by shame— [Music cuts. Spotlight.] I am the Wicked Witch of the West. And I am not afraid. [Orchestra blast. Sustained note. Blackout.]
Tags
Broadway power ballad with gospel soul and dark cinematic R&B, soaring belts and deep contralto lows. (Male/female)
Duration
4:09
Instrumental
No
Created
3/1/2026