She said, “If he calls, I’m alive again,

If he’s silent, I’m lost in pain.”

Love felt like a game of chains,

Tears dressed up in sugar and blame.

Darling, that’s not love, that’s fear,

You don’t need to disappear.

Love is breath, not control,

It’s the art of keeping your soul.

She cried, “But if I let go, he’ll forget me!”

And the voice replied, “Then he’s not ready.”

Do you love or are you free?

Do you need or do you breathe?

Is your heart a cage or sea?

Let it flow let it be.

You are light, you are flame,

No one owns your sacred name.

Do you love or are you free?

Love begins when you love you, endlessly.

She prayed for a man who’d stay,

A mirror, not a chain of clay.

But every time she begged for peace,

She was the one she had to release.

Stop asking love to heal your scars,

You are already made of stars.

The day you stop needing proof,

You’ll find heaven under your roof.

I burned the rules, the vows, the lies,

I kissed my fear, I closed my eyes.

No priest, no ring, no cage, no shame,

Just a woman, alive, with her own flame.

Do you love or are you free?

Do you dance or do you plead?

Every “no” you’ve said to pain

Built the wings that broke your chain.

You are light, you are flame,

And love will never be the same.

Do you love or are you free?

You’re divine and so you’ll be.