[Verse 1]
Oh ma’am, if you’d seen the roads I’ve walked,
The twists, the turns, the silence, the talk.
Each bruise, each stumble, a tale to tell,
But through it all, I’ve learned to love myself well.
[Verse 2]
The mirrors once lied, they twisted my view,
But life’s journey painted a picture so true.
Every scar’s a note in my soulful refrain,
A melody born from the ache and the gain.
[Chorus]
Wasn’t for the storms, I’d never know the calm,
Wasn’t for the trials, I’d never find my psalm.
Through the fire, through the fall,
I’ve learned to love myself through it all.
[Bridge]
The whispers of doubt tried to cloud my skies,
But I saw the strength hiding in my eyes.
Each step I took, though heavy with strife,
Became the rhythm of my self-made life.
[Verse 3]
Ma’am, I wear my journey like a silk spun thread,
Each tear, each joy, a story widespread.
I respect the woman that I’ve come to be,
A portrait of grace, painted by me.
[Chorus]
Wasn’t for the storms, I’d never know the calm,
Wasn’t for the trials, I’d never find my psalm.
Through the fire, through the fall,
I’ve learned to love myself through it all.