Created with Artificial Intelligence by Fabian Santos. Tools used: Leonardo AI, Kaiber and Udio.
"Over the years I worked in a very traditional evangelical TV Station. There I got to know few people who were gay, including some pastor's sons and daughters who were too afraid to come out because of their families and the church. This music video is dedicated to them, I wish them nothing but happiness and that one day they can simply be themselves." Fabian Santos
Hidden Colors Lyrics:
I'll shield my light when I kneel in your pews
With prayers in the day, holding secrets at night
I'll dawn a mask to please your righteous views
In the sunbeam's truth, my heart's in the fight
I'll shade my rays 'fore I bare all to you
You know I'll dim my glow 'fore I shine through to you
In the chapel's glow (sacred glow), where whispers reign
I am the echo of the love you restrain
With every hymn that soars, I shed one more layer
In God's own house, I seek a savior who cares
I'll fold my wings, but dream to fully bloom
The altar's light masks the pain of my cocoon
With stained glass eyes, reflections hard and true
Fear in my prayers, I'm the sun his flock eschews
I bask in judgment, yet yearn to break through
For I am his son, in the shadow of pews
The steeple high (mighty high), it pierces skies
But down below, my spirit defies
I wander through this solemn hall, holding my breath
A preacher's son, with a truth so left unsaid
Do I stand in light, or in a shadow instead
With every prayer, I'm losing pieces, shred by shred
My love's unseen, like whispers in the wind
Cast away in a place where sinners are pinned
The sermon's voice (holy voice), it cuts the air
A gospel's weight I'm forced to bear
The pews aligned with judging stares
I am the truth they're too scared to share
[Chorus]
Underneath the Sunday sun (Sunday sun)
I'm the rainbow they shun
I wear the crown of a perfect son (perfect son)
But beneath lies a life they've never known
Forced to dance to their ancient drum
My colors glare where the light is shown
[Verse 2]
But behind the glass, my truth screams quiet
In reverent halls, my soul can't hide it