Still Here, Still Singing

[Intro]
Bare feet on the cold ground
Smoke caught in my old clothes
Name every scar out loud
Let the old hurt decompose
[Verse 1]
I have buried so many winters
Still my breath hangs in this air
Every doubt that called me coward
Never carried me back here
Teeth on the leather of my fear
Hands on the table
I don't shake
I'll drink to every broken year
I lived long enough to break
[Chorus]
I am still alive
That is a win
Raise your rough hands
Let the storm in
You are still here
That's enough
Celebrate your strength
Celebrate your love
Roar it again
Over the din
I am still alive
That is a win
[Verse 2]
I have walked out of strange houses
Left my shadow on their walls
Heard my name in bitter mouths
Chose my silence over brawls
Every time I almost vanished
Something in me stomped the floor
Said
"We do not end like this"
Dragged my body through the door
[Chorus]
I am still alive
That is a win
Raise your rough hands
Let the storm in
You are still here
That's enough
Celebrate your strength
Celebrate your love
Roar it again
Over the din
I am still alive
That is a win
[Bridge]
For the days you almost didn't
For the nights you nearly left
For the times you called it quitting
Yet you curled around your breath (oh)
[Chorus]
I am still alive
That is a win
Raise your rough hands
Let the storm in
You are still here
That's enough
Celebrate your strength
Celebrate your love
Roar it again
Spit and grin
I am still alive
That is a win

folk, Dark ritual folk with deep male vocals, floor-tom thumps, creaking harmonium drones and a stomping shanty chorus. Verses feel intimate and hypnotic, low chant close to the mic; chorus bursts into gang vocals, boots-on-wood percussion and rough claps. Sub-bass swells and distant shruti box add weight; end on a raw a cappella chorus and a single drum hit., anti-folk, deep, shanty