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{W}Giada

The Last Free Angel

Giada, Font of Hope{1}{W}·Foundations

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[Intro]

[Verse 1]
They found her in the Mezzio, an orphan with no name,
where the smoke goes up in prayer and the rain comes down in shame.
One touch upon the gutter-brass — it lit up like a chord,
and the Cabaretti smiled and said the family's struck gold.
They dressed her up in feathers, in perfume and in pearls,
a songbird for the penthouse while they drank her glowing world.

[Pre-Chorus]
But a knight who'd lost her homeland knelt and called her by her name —
and a cage, however gilded, never glitters quite the same.

[Chorus]
You can pour the light in crystal, you can sell it by the glass,
you can dress the dawn in diamonds, teach it how to dance —
but hope is not a bottle you can keep behind the bar:
one wing becomes ten thousand when you free the morning star.

[Verse 2]
The gala glittered louder than the city ever had,
till the families smelled the fortune in the girl behind the glass.
Then every gun in Park Heights came calling for the Font,
and the knight said keep your head down — but demons want what demons want.
Through the alleys of the Mezzio, down the smoke and neon rain,
with the Adversary laughing like a fire in her veins.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
"What if I am not enough?" she whispered to the night —
then she opened up her hands... and she let go of the light.

[Chorus]
You can pour the light in crystal, you can sell it by the glass,
you can dress the dawn in diamonds, teach it how to dance —
but hope is not a bottle you can keep behind the bar:
one wing becomes ten thousand when you free the morning star.

[Bridge]
Take up the blade, my knight — I am the edge of dawn.
Flesh is just a bottle; break it, and the light goes on.
Every sister sleeping stone-still in the city's bones —
wake now. Wake and rise. You will not rise alone.

[Final Chorus]
They poured the light in crystal, they sold it by the glass,
they dressed the dawn in diamonds — now the dawn is free at last.
From the rooftops of the Heights to the gutters and the bars,
one wing became ten thousand when they freed the morning star.

[Outro]
The last free angel of the city... isn't the last anymore.

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