(Intro: Melodic acoustic guitar fingerpicking with a slight overdrive, joined by a soft, warm organ pad. A steady, slow drum beat kicks in.)
(Verse 1 - Female Lead, Raspy Voice)
The shadows were the first to know her name
In rooms where silence felt like a heavy blow
A child of the hollow, a victim of the flame
With nowhere for a trembling heart to go
The years arrived like tides of heavy stone
Children lost to the reach of the night
Weeping tears in a room, all alone
Searching for warmth, but finding no light
(Pre-Chorus - Female Lead with male Baritone Harmonies)
She traded one cage for a colder cell
Where words were weapons and love was a debt
She walked through the fire of a living hell
And yet—and yet—her soul is not ashes yet
(Chorus - Female Lead, soaring and gritty; male Baritone depth underneath)
Within her chest, a private ocean swells
Of every bruise and every hurtful word
A thousand griefs toll like silent bells
Screams of pain that are never heard
Yet when she reaches out, the thorns retreat
Burying the hurt, she’s still offering kind
She turns her wreckage into something sweet
And heals the lives that broke her shine
(Verse 2 - Female Lead)
Now she stands in the quiet, medicinal air
The bridge between the earth and the sky
Smoothing the roughness of a mother’s hair
Watching the light as it fades from a partner's eye
Her hands are scarred from the winters she’s kept
But they do not tremble, and they do not fold
For every tear that she ever has wept
Has turned her heart into weathered gold
(Bridge - Lead vocals become more intense; male Baritone harmonies swell)
She is the watchman, the keeper of sleep
Giving the mercy she never was shown
A well of kindness, ancient and deep
Harvesting peace where the thorns were once sown
The shadows dissolve as she makes herself known
Giving the mercy she never was shown...
(Guitar Solo - Soulful, bluesy soft rock style)
(Outro - Female Lead and male Baritone in tight harmony)
Her purpose in life was to be done
No matter the storms she had to endure
To nurture and provide for her loved ones
For she is a Warrior Queen...
From the House of the Rising Sun
(The House of the Rising Sun...)
(Final acoustic strum, fading out with the hum of the organ)
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