THE CAST:

FEYRE: Hally Smith (@ hallyrosesmith)

CREATIVE TEAM:

Music & Lyrics by Annika Stenstedt

Orchestration by Leon Thomasian

Art by Lani Sahulga

Music Direction Noah Sunday-Lefkowitz, Annika Stenstedt, Vijay Nazareth

Mixed & Mastered by Leon Thomasian

Produced, Directed, Cello Solo by Vijay Nazareth

LYRICS:

ANY PATH I TAKE, ANY ROAD I MAKE,

IT ALWAYS LEADS ME BACK TO THIS.

TO THE ENDLESS COLD,

TO THE WISHES BURIED IN SNOW…

EVERY BITE I TAKE, EVERY OATH I’D BREAK

TAKES THE SOUR TASTE OF SELFISHNESS

BUT WHAT LIFE IS THERE TO LIVE IN THIS FROZEN TABLEAU?

OH MY FATHER’S LUCK

RAN OUT AND SUNK

WITH ALL OUR FORTUNE

AND I’VE CARVED EACH TREE

WITH MY MOTHER’S PLEA

LIKE I CARVE EVERY MEAGER PORTION

BUT I LEARNED TO HUNT, TO HIDE,

TO PUT AN ARROW THROUGH A RABBIT’S EYE;

MY SISTERS’ HANDS COULD NEVER

BEAR THE BRUNT

TO PLUCK A SPARROW KNOWING IT’S ALL I COULD FIND

AND I DON’T WANNA DIE, SO I

CONSIST OF CALLOUSES AND SORROW

NUMB TO MY JOY AND MY BORROWED TIME

AND EVERYDAY WE WAKE AND GET BY

BUT IF I COULD SPARE A BREATH TO HOPE,

AND IF I STOOD ON A SAFER SLOPE

I’D WONDER AT THE COLOR OF THE NIGHT SKY

IF MY FAMILY COULD BE SAFE AND HEALTHY

IF I WAS FREE TO BE MYSELF, EVEN ONE NIGHT

I DON’T HAVE TO RUN OR FEAR OR FIGHT

I WOULD FINALLY DO MORE THAN SURVIVE

THOUGH THE SHADOWS CREEP

AND MY FEAR RUNS DEEP

IF I LEAVE, WE WON’T LAST ANOTHER WEEK

AND NO PETTY CARVING OR PRETTY FACE COULD REPLACE

EVERY DEER I’VE CAUGHT,

EVERY LOG I’VE CHOPPED,

EVERY PENNY SAVED FOR A ROSY CHEEK

SO I’LL SELL MY SOUL, AND I’LL NEVER KNOW WHAT I’VE LOST

BUT MY SISTERS ARE ALL I HAVE

AND MY FATHER, THOUGH HE STUMBLES,

IS A PROUD AND GENTLE MAN

AND I LOVE THEM THOUGH I HATE THEM

FOR THE THING THAT I’VE BECOME

FOR THE PROMISE THAT I’VE KEPT,

THAT I WILL KEEP UNTIL IT’S DONE

IN OUR MOTHER’S BED I CAN PRETEND WE’RE INNOCENT AND FREE

HOW CAN WE BE?

WHEN THE WORLD TAKES ALL OUR CHANCES?

BUT IF I COULD SPARE A BREATH TO HOPE,

AND IF I STOOD ON A SAFER SLOPE

I’D WONDER AT THE COLOR OF THE NIGHT SKY

IF MY FAMILY COULD BE SAFE AND HEALTHY

IF I WAS FREE TO BE MYSELF EVEN ONE NIGHT

I DON’T HAVE TO RUN OR FEAR OR FIGHT

I WOULD FINALLY DO MORE THAN SURVIVE

I’D TRAVEL ALL THE LAND, THE SKY, AND SEA

I’D TRAVEL ‘TIL I FIND A PLACE LIKE ME

WHERE I CAN BREATHE WITH OPEN EYES

AND SEE THE STARS WITH NO DISGUISE:

A PLACE WHERE I COULD BE ALIVE

OR MAYBE I WOULD STAY AND REST MY FEET.

I’D PAINT AWAY THE DAY AND JUST REPEAT,

OR MAYBE OPEN MY HEART WIDE,

AND MAYBE–WHO KNOWS?

OH IF I

I’D WONDER AT THE COLOR OF THE NIGHT SKY

I WOULD SMELL THE SICKLY SWEETEST FLOWERS

AND PAINT THEM FOR A THOUSAND HOURS

AND NEVER HAVE TO RUN OR FEAR OR FIGHT

I’D LET THE LIGHT AND SHADOW IN

AND I’D NEVER BE ALONE AGAIN!

BUT THERE’S A RUSTLE IN THE BRUSH

I SEE THE DOE AND ALL GOES HUSH

IT’S THIN BUT MEATY,

IT WOULD FEED MY FAMILY FOR A WEEK AT LEAST

BUT SOMETHING ELSE IS GREEDY;

GOLDEN EYES THAT GLOW AND SHOW A BEAST–

A WOLF–

IS THIS THE END?

HE’LL KILL THE DEER AND KILL ME TOO

AND WE’RE TOO FAR INTO THE WOODS FOR THEM TO FIND

I ALWAYS THOUGHT I’D HAVE MORE TIME

I HAVEN’T LIVED ENOUGH OR LOVED ENOUGH TO DIE

AND SO I DRAW MY SINGLE ARROW MADE OF ASH

AND PRAY TO JUST SURVIVE

FOR ONE WHOLE LIFE

NO!

I CAN’T DIE HERE

I CAN’T DIE HERE

I WON’T DIE–

I POINT THE ARROW AT ITS–