Daughter of the Fireline

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[Verse 1]

You taught me soft hands, eyes to the floor
Speak when you’re spoken to, never ask for more
Sew up your anger, swallow it down
A good girl don’t make too much sound

You called it love, I called it a cage
You handed me silence, said that was my place
But something was humming under my skin
A wildfire waiting to begin

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[Pre-Chorus]

And I—I heard my mother in the walls at night
Whispering low, “don’t you dim your light”

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[Chorus]

I am not yours to quiet or break
I am the storm you tried to outrun in vain
Every chain you laid, I learned to unmake
I am my mother’s unfinished flame

(backing voices, soft at first)
“Let her burn… let her rise…”

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[Verse 2]

You weighed my worth in the work I could do
In the meals I made and the blood I grew
Called it devotion, called it my role
But you were just digging a deeper hole

You took my body like it was owed
Like I was a field and you were owed the sow
But I am no land you can claim as your own
I am the reckoning you were not shown

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[Pre-Chorus]

And I—I hear my sisters in my bones tonight
Breaking their teeth just to bite back right

(low harmony begins)

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[Chorus]

I am not yours to quiet or break
I am the storm you tried to outrun in vain
Every chain you laid, I learned to unmake
I am my mother’s unfinished flame

(backing voices stronger)
“Let her burn… let her rise…”
“Let her speak… let her fight…”

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[Bridge – stripped, almost whispered]

You called me fragile
But I buried you

You called me mercy
I learned the truth

You called me nothing
So I became—

(silence, breath)

Everything

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[Final Chorus – FULL VOICE + WOMEN’S CHOIR]

I am not yours to quiet or break
I am the storm, I am the wave
Every chain you laid lies at my feet
I am the fire you could not tame

(choir, layered and fierce)
“We are the daughters of the fireline”
“We are the voices you buried alive”

I am not small, I am not tame
I am the ending of your old refrain
I carry every woman who came before me
And none of us will bow again

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[Outro – stomps + chanting]

(rhythmic, almost ritualistic)
“Not yours, not yours”
“Not yours, not yours”

(fading voices)
“Let her burn…”
“Let her rise…”

Indie Folk / Dark Folk Protest. Fingerpicking guitar, foot stomp percussion. Final chorus turns into woman’s choir., female