[Spoken Word Intro – over soft build-up instrumentation]
They say debate divides —
But what if it’s not about who’s right?
What if it’s the brave act of showing up
With your truth, your tremble, your tangle —
Not to correct, but to connect.
Not to win, but to witness.
We were never meant to be polished.
We were meant to be real —
And in that realness, reveal
The sacred center underneath it all.
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[Verse 1]
Don’t need your sermons, don’t need your plans
Just hold my hand when I can’t stand
Don’t fix my fire, just feel the flame
We’re not broken, we’re just unnamed
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[Pre-Chorus]
You reach, not teach
You stay, not preach
You see me — not the fault lines, but the sea
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[Chorus]
Connection over correction
Reach over preach
Laugh in the storm when we’re out of speech
Permission over perfection
Mess is the map
In the sacred center, we rise from the cracks
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[Verse 2]
Acknowledgement, not dismiss
A simple nod, a silent kiss
No script, no show — just let me be
A little more raw, a little more free
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[Pre-Chorus]
You kneel, not rule
You feel, not school
You stay with me when the world turns cruel
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[Chorus]
Connection over correction
Reach over preach
Laugh in the storm when we’re out of speech
Permission over perfection
Mess is the map
In the sacred center, we rise from the cracks
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[Bridge – Spoken Word Interlude]
To those who say debate destroys —
Have you ever seen two hearts
Break open in the heat of difference,
And find each other anyway?
This isn’t war — it’s weather.
And we, the storm-chasers of soul,
Don’t run from the thunder,
We listen to it rumble.
Not to prove…
But to be proved human.
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[Final Chorus – big and soaring]
Connection over correction
Reach over preach
Fall into grace when the silence speaks
Laughter as defiance
Chaos as the guide
We drown just to surface on the other side
In the sacred center — we’re still alive
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[Outro – fading, haunting, hopeful]
Connection…
Permission…
Stay with the mess…
We are the sacred center…
