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🎶 “Unwritten Pages”

by The Soul-Scribe

Woke up in the dark, but the light was near

Still got bruises from a younger year

They said I was strong, I just looked tough

Didn’t know soft was made of the hardest stuff

I’ve been the villain and the prayer on lips

Spilled truth in bottles, sank deep in sips

But grace, she found me in motel sheets

And whispered, “Girl, you still got holy feet.”

These are my unwritten pages

Where love outruns the wages

Of sin, of shame, of pain I knew

But none of it stopped what I grew through

So I write with tears, I write with flames

And I sign it with every one of my names

I’m a daughter, a fighter, a soul renewed

Still turning these unwritten pages into truth

My story ain’t sweet, but it’s mine to tell

Got a badge and a scar and I wear both well

I’ve heard lies dressed in family ties

But I chose love over their alibis

I’ve slept with doubt, danced with fear

Screamed at God, “Why am I still here?”

Then He showed me: “Because you’re the proof

That broken wings still know how to move.”

These are my unwritten pages

Where hope defies all gauges

Where silence screams and faith won’t quit

Where I dig deep and still commit

So I write in scars, I write in grace

With ink made from every storm I face

I’m a woman, a vessel, a voice come through

Still writing these unwritten pages — and they’re true

Let ’em talk, let ’em doubt, let ’em fade away

I got a purpose that won’t decay

He walks with me through fire and shade

And turns my mess into songs I’ve made

So hand me a pen, and step aside

I’ve got more to live, I’ve got more to write

Unwritten pages, still overdue

But every line? It’s living proof