I wore the mask so well It learned my face. I bowed to rooms of glass. And called it grace. But under all that polish. Under the name. A sealed room in my chest. Kept my flame.
Hear it Under the skin. A locked door turning. A throne within.
Hidden crown. I remember now. Hidden crown Beneath the vow. I was never small. I was never gone. Hidden crown Carry me on.
The dust of old kingdoms. Lives in my hands. Not for parade. Not for the crowd’s demand. I kneel to the silence. And it knits me whole Stone by stone. It returns my soul.
Hear it. Under the skin. A locked door turning. A throne within.
Hidden crown. I remember now. Hidden crown. Beneath the vow. I was never small. I was never gone. Hidden crown. Carry me on.
Take off the borrowed face. Let the old blood show. There is a deeper law. Only I can know. No glitter, no fever. No borrowed fire. Just the ancient weight. Of a clean desire.
Hidden crown. I remember now. Hidden crown. Beneath the vow. I was never small. I was never gone. Hidden crown. Carry me on.
Wordless choir, rising. Like sand at dusk. Hidden crown. Back to dust, then trust.
