🎸Title: "Statistically Yours"
Soft Rock / Spoken Word Hybrid
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🎤 [Spoken Verse 1]
They said,
You’re just a number on a chart,
One in a million — no, wait,
One in thirty-eight thousand, to be exact.
They pointed at graphs
As though pain could be plotted,
As if futures were fractions,
And hearts could be boxed in columns.
I was supposed to be a headline —
Gone before my story had breath,
My life, footnoted under "expected deaths."
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🎶 [Chorus – Sung]
But I’m more than your statistic,
More than what you fear or miss.
I’ve got a name, I’ve got a voice,
And I still make my own choice.
You can write me off on paper,
But my soul will never quit—
I’m alive, unbroken,
Statistically yours… but spiritually lit.
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🎤 [Spoken Verse 2]
I remember that cold clinic room —
Where hope went quiet,
And futures were spoken of in past tense.
"You're positive."
As if that meant I should be negative
About everything ahead.
But I chose not to die quietly.
I chose to speak.
I chose to live.
I chose to mother hope into being.
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🎶 [Chorus – Sung]
I’m more than your statistic,
More than what you fear or miss.
I’ve got a name, I’ve got a voice,
And I still make my own choice.
You can write me off on paper,
But my fire will never quit—
I’m alive, defiant,
Statistically yours… but infinitely lit.
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🎤 [Bridge – Spoken/Whispered]
I have laughed.
I have cried.
I have loved.
I have tried.
And every breath I take is rebellion
Against your projections.
I’ve walked through stigma’s shadow,
But I shine in my own sunrise.
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🎶 [Final Chorus – Sung, then Spoken Outro]
I’m more than your statistic,
More than what you fear or miss.
You can number all your pages,
But I write my own script.
🎤 [Outro – Spoken, softly fading]
So next time you count,
Count the stories.
Count the survivors.
Count the strength behind the silence.
Because I am…
Statistically yours —
But eternally mine.
