Gave your soul

You gave your soul to set me free,

but freedom came with misery.

Our hearts were chained by sacred lies,

by blood that never truly dies.

You burned your name into my fate,

I learned too late, I learned too late.

Love was a cage, love was a sword,

and pain the only word.

The price of freedom is my heart,

torn and bleeding in the dark.

You saved my life, but lost your own,

now I’m standing here alone.

The price of freedom, carved in red,

your voice still echoes in my head.

You set me free, yet I can’t run —

the price of freedom can’t be undone.

I see your shadow in the rain,

your touch still dancing in my veins.

You died for love, I lived for blame,

and still I whisper out your name.

The world moves on, but I remain,

forever bound by what we became.

Each drop of blood, each breath I take,

reminds me of what hearts can break.

The price of freedom is my heart,

torn and bleeding in the dark.

You saved my life, but lost your own,

now I’m standing here alone.

The price of freedom, carved in red,

your voice still echoes in my head.

You set me free, yet I can’t run —

the price of freedom can’t be undone.

If I could trade my soul for yours,

I’d open every shattered door.

But love and loss, they share one name —

I’m free, but I still bleed the same.

The price of freedom — love and pain,

two souls that burned beneath the rain.

You gave me wings, but clipped your own,

so I could live when you were gone.

The price of freedom — cruel and true,

I live this life remembering you.

The chains are gone, the scars remain…

and freedom whispers

your name.