Prize

They counted coins, not counting tears Signed your name between their fears A quiet room, a silent plea No one asked what you might be Hands like chains in velvet gloves They call it fate, they call it love But every vow’s a borrowed lie A cage disguised as lullaby You were taught to bow your head Not to question what was said White dress, but your face so blue They sold a dream that wasn’t true The prize was right and it is you A life they bought, a soul they drew Smiles painted, bruises hidden Hearts don’t count when deals are written A stranger’s name, a stranger’s bed Promises you never said Gold exchanged for your goodbye While no one meets your trembling eye They toast the deal, they bless the chain Call it honor, mask the pain But every step down that aisle Stretches out another mile Every whisper, “just obey” Steals another piece away White dress, but your face so blue They sold a dream that wasn’t true The prize was right and it is you A life they bought, a soul they drew Tied in ribbons, forced to stand Love replaced with a demand If silence breaks, would they hear? Or just drown you in their cheer? If you run, where could you go When even home won’t say no? You’re more than what they gave away More than just a price they pay White dress, but your face so blue The world keeps saying “this will do” The prize was right and it is you But you were never theirs to choose One day cracks will split the lie And stolen wings will learn to fly No more bargains, no more chains No more washing love with pain White dress falls, truth comes through And the sky belongs to you #newmusic #newartist #altrock