Sacred ground

Verse 1

I changed my colors, not to hide — to see,

Streets of stone in Europe opened doors for me.

Bell towers rising, the sky within reach,

I carved my courage on every foreign street.

Verse 2

White-out mountains — I aimed straight ahead,

No fear, just instinct, and lungs full of breath.

From quiet seas with the smallest of waves,

To oceans that tried to test what I’m made of — I stayed.

Pre-Chorus

Everywhere I go, the ground feels like home,

But I walk my own road — and I walk it alone.

Chorus

I’m a chameleon — I don’t disappear,

I adapt, I rise, I’m meant to be here.

I don’t chase belonging — I carry my crown,

Wherever I stand, that’s my sacred ground.

Verse 3

Jungle sun burning, ancient stones in my hand,

Chichén Itzá watching while I learned to stand.

Caribbean nights, islands drifting by,

Salt on my lips and fire in my eyes.

Verse 4

Great Lakes rowing, wind pushing strong,

New York taught me how to move fast — and move on.

Desert in Arizona — cracking but brave,

Small-town Pennsylvania — I still made my way.

Pre-Chorus

I read the world, and shift when I must,

But the center of me is iron and trust.

Chorus

I’m a chameleon — not lost, not tamed,

Different rooms — same unbroken flame.

I fit anywhere, but I stand on my own,

I don’t need a throne — I am the throne.

Bridge

Maybe my people are rare like I am —

Builders of worlds, who won’t fit the plan.

We meet in the quiet, nod, and know —

We were born to wander — and lead where we go.

Final Chorus

I’m a chameleon — fearless and free,

Home isn’t a place, it’s burning inside me.

The world is my map, the roads are my claim,

And wherever I go —

I walk in my name.