(My personal experience as a PIMO led me to create this song's lyrics.)
I was just a child with a book on my knees,
Bright colors of paradise dancing in front of me.
They said “One day you’ll live there, if you obey every word,”
And I believed it all, every promise that I heard.
A God with a name, a love I thought was mine,
A path already drawn, stay inside the narrow line.
But shadows grew behind the stories they told,
Things whispered soft, things whispered cold.
I tried to be the good girl they wanted me to be,
But something in my heartbeat kept pulling quietly…
Beyond their walls, I felt a longing,
Something true that kept on calling.
They said the world is dark, unsafe,
But my soul kept reaching anyway.
Beyond their walls, I saw the cracks,
Their picture-perfect lives don’t match.
And though they tried to build my fears so tall—
I found myself beyond their walls.
They spoke of Armageddon like fire in the sky,
Where “bad ones” would fall and “good ones” survive.
They wrapped it in love, but the fear was the chain,
They told me guilt was holy, and questions brought shame.
They said they’d protect me from the evil outside,
But never explained the hurt they kept inside.
Demanded time, demanded hearts, demanded all we gave,
While hiding broken pieces they refused to save.
I followed every rule, tried to silence every doubt,
But the truth kept rising up, it echoed loud…
Beyond their walls, I felt a longing,
A voice inside my chest kept calling.
They said the world is dark, unsafe,
But my spirit kept reaching anyway.
Beyond their walls, I saw the flaws,
The twisted words, the shifting laws.
And though they tried to make my questions small—
I learned to stand beyond their walls.
They said “We are your family,
Outside there's no one left for you.”
But the moment I asked “why,”
Their love suddenly withdrew.
They turned their backs like I was nothing,
Like I’d died before their eyes.
But losing them was how I learned
To finally see through their disguise.
Now I walk with my own truth, no longer terrified,
I learned what faith feels like when it’s not forced inside.
I’m a non-conformist soul, I question everything—
Freedom’s not rebellion; it’s the power truth can bring.
They tried to shape my path, but I rewrote it all,
And now I’m stronger for the times they watched me fall.
No longer frightened of the world beyond their gate—
I found myself again, and that’s the miracle I celebrate
Beyond their walls, I found my freedom,
My heart, my voice—now I can hear them.
The world they painted dark and wrong
Is where my soul grew brave and strong.
Beyond their walls, I stand here tall,
No fear in me, no guilt at all.
And though they tried to keep me small—
I learned to rise
beyond their walls.