Verse 1
She dresses in black like a promise,
stitched tight around her breath.
Every step sounds heavier than it should,
like a rehearsal for something immense.
The city crouches beneath her gaze,
windows blinking like unsure eyes.
She feels too tall for her own skin,
too awake for this borrowed size.
Pre-Chorus
It starts as pressure behind the ribs,
a slow rebellion of bone and will.
She doesn’t want to disappear,
she wants the world to stand still.
Chorus
She wants to rise, not escape,
wants the ground to learn her name.
To feel churches shrink to whispers,
to make gravity behave.
In her dreams the night kneels down,
streets curve under her sigh.
She builds a cathedral of shadow and stone
out of her height, out of her spine.
Verse 2
She’s tired of asking for permission,
tired of fitting into frames.
Every mirror lies politely,
every doorway feels ashamed.
She wants her heartbeat heard as thunder,
wants fear to taste like wine.
Not destruction, not cruelty,
just the truth of being vast in time.
Pre-Chorus
There’s tenderness in being huge,
in holding the fragile and the small.
Power doesn’t have to scream,
sometimes it just doesn’t fall.
Chorus
She wants to rise, slow and certain,
feel the skyline brush her thighs.
Let mountains recognize her shape,
let gods avert their eyes.
In her dreams the moon feels close,
like a lover made of light.
She builds a cathedral of silence and want
out of her height, out of her night.
Bridge
Call it sin, call it myth,
she calls it coming home.
Some women aren’t born to kneel,
they’re born to be overthrown.
She doesn’t crush, she doesn’t break,
she contains, she surrounds.
A giantess in a small world,
learning how it sounds.
Break
Drums like a pulse in an open chest,
bass like a spine uncoiling.
Her shadow moves before she does,
patient, loyal, royal.
Final Chorus
She wants to rise beyond apology,
beyond shame, beyond disguise.
To feel the earth yield without fear
as she opens her eyes.
In her dreams the dark adores her,
wraps her ankles in prayer.
She is not too much, not too far,
she is exactly everywhere.
Outro
By dawn she’ll fold herself back in,
lace boots, lower her head.
But the night will remember her true proportions,
and the way the world once bled
into reverence, into silence,
into the shape she hides.
A giantess still breathing
behind ordinary eyes.
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