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I stand inside the static, walls humming all around

Faces pressed to windows, watching me without a sound

I feel the pull, the pressure, scars that teach me how to breathe

Holding onto promises, waiting for the tide to leave

You lead me, test me, tie my hands but not my will

A puppet learning motion, shaped by every gentle pull

If You cast me to the finish, washed and ready for the light

I'll run this road, keep steady, faith enough to win the fight

They laugh beneath the spotlight, snap the frames that never heal

But ink of faith is deeper, mapped beneath the skin that's real

No hollow masks or sideshow, just a steady, steady beat

I lift a voice that shakes the quiet, move with purpose to my feet

Walls bend, the crowd can linger, every test will form the plan

Not lost or owned, but guided — a vessel in an open hand

When the last bell calls my number, I will cross with steady stride

What was broken turns to glory, all this shaping turned to light

You lead me, test me, tie my hands but not my will

A puppet learning motion, shaped by every gentle pull

If You cast me to the finish, washed and ready for the light

I'll run this road, keep steady, faith enough to win the fight