Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] I flinch at every gentle hand Reading danger in the daylight Heart sprints at a quiet sound Like it’s midnight in a firefight I rehearse apologies in my head For things I haven’t even done Living like a guilty ghost Trembling in the open sun [Chorus] This is my trauma talking Pacing circles in my chest Building bars from old reactions Calling panic Calling it “protect” But I am not that trembling child Not the shaking of the wall I’m the pulse that’s still surviving I will stand I will stand tall [Verse 2] I brace for storms on windless days Turn good love into an exit plan Scan your eyes for hidden blame Expect the worst from open hands Every quiet feels like “here it comes” Every kindness feels like bait I confuse your steady voice With the echo of an old mistake [Chorus] This is my trauma talking Pacing circles in my chest Building bars from old reactions Calling panic Calling it “protect” But I am not that trembling child Not the shaking of the wall I’m the pulse that’s still surviving I will stand I will stand tall [Bridge] I see the script now Worn and thin Every scene I never chose I touch the lock It’s made of air All this time The door was closed By me Just me I feel my feet Under me [Chorus] This was my trauma talking But it’s whispering at last I’m the one who holds this body I can choose what I believe and pass I am not that trembling child I am more than what I recall I’m the voice that keeps on rising I will stand I will stand tall [Outro] Breathing steady in the quiet Let the old fear finally fall Hand on heart I hear it clearly I am here I am here And I stand tall
Tags
Moody alt-pop ballad building into an anthemic finale; intimate piano and warm pads at first, subtle pulses under the verses, then big drums and soaring synth swells in the last chorus. Female vocals start breathy and close-mic’d, then open into layered harmonies and a strong chest-voice belt by the end., emotional, female vocals
Duration
4:08
Instrumental
No
Created
4/9/2026