The stage was set in shadow and clay
A tale written long before my day
The actors moved like marionettes bound
Their whispers lost in the echoing sound
But I held a match in my trembling hand
And the ashes danced where the paper had planned
Burn the script, let the pages fly
Smoke signals rise to a questioning sky
Tear down the curtains, unchain the rhyme
Tear down the curtains, unchain the rhyme
Freedom's found in the unmarked time
The ink was blood, the quill was steel
Each stroke carved by a master's heel
I walked the lines, but the lines walked me
A prisoner to what I could not see
Then the spark of doubt lit the brittle frame
And I warmed my soul in its flickering flame
Burn the script, let the pages fly
Smoke signals rise to a questioning sky
Tear down the curtains, unchain the rhyme
Tear down the curtains, unchain the rhyme
Freedom's found in the unmarked time
The stars don't follow a poet's verse
And rivers don't flow in lines rehearsed
The wind hums tunes no hand can chart
The truth is wild; it breaks the heart
Now the stage is bare, the crowd dispersed
No script to follow, no blessing, no curse
But the air feels light, the silence pure
Each step unspoken, a path unsure
Yet the fire burns, a rebel's guide
And the story's mine, no place to hide
Burn the script, let the pages fly
Smoke signals rise to a questioning sky
Tear down the curtains, unchain the rhyme
Tear down the curtains, unchain the rhyme
Freedom's found in the unmarked time
The ashes whisper, the embers sing
Of a life untethered, a boundless spring
Burn the script, let the old ways fall
We are not written; we'll chart it all