Cinnamon Was Shackled

Cinnamon Was Shackled

Verse 1

Cinnamon was shackled in the corner of the dream,

Bound by threads of memory the daylight couldn’t clean.

The air was sweet and heavy like a story left untold,

And the shadows moved like secrets that were aching to unfold.

Verse 2

A baby goat was watching with its lantern‑bright black eyes,

Standing small but steady as the dream began to rise.

It chewed a piece of starlight like it knew the ancient code,

As if innocence remembered what the elders never showed.

Chorus

And the dream said, “Lay it down now.”

And the heart said, “Let it free.”

Every chain was made of something

You were never meant to keep.

Cinnamon was shackled

But the goat began to bleat,

Calling every hidden sorrow

Back into the open heat.

Verse 3

The goat stepped toward the cinnamon, its hooves like quiet drums,

And the shackles turned to dust before the waking world could come.

The scent of something holy rose like smoke from ancient fire,

And the dream became a doorway to a truth beneath desire.

Verse 4

Cinnamon stood trembling, not from fear but from release,

As if every buried moment had been granted sudden peace.

The goat nuzzled its shoulder with a tenderness so clear,

It felt like all the gentleness the world forgets to hear.

Chorus

And the dream said, “Lay it down now.”

And the heart said, “Let it free.”

Every chain was made of something

You were never meant to keep.

Cinnamon was shackled

But the goat began to bleat,

Calling every hidden sorrow

Back into the open heat.

Bridge

Oh the night was full of symbols,

Oh the mind was split in two,

Oh the goat became a guardian

Of the part that still was true.

And the cinnamon remembered

What the waking self forgot—

That the soul can bind itself

In ways the body cannot.

Verse 5

When morning broke in silver, the dream dissolved like rain,

But the scent of warm cinnamon still lingered in the brain.

And somewhere in the quiet, like a heartbeat soft and slow,

Was the echo of a baby goat who said, “It’s time to let it go.”

Final Chorus

And the dream said, “Lay it down now.”

And the heart said, “Let it free.”

Every chain was made of something

You were never meant to keep.

Cinnamon was shackled

But the goat unbound the night,

And the vision left a lantern

Burning with a gentler light.