They speak of me in the shadows, I hear the echo.
Pens loaded with poison, eyes too heavy on their backs.
I breathe. I fall silent. Then I write.
Because my voice is worth more than their cries.
Verse 1
They say I take up too much space, too much fire in the cage
That I should fall in line, lower my standards
I'm tired of explaining my skin, my choices, my silences
Tired of defending myself against their ignorance
I doubt myself sometimes, yeah, I get lost in the dark
I wonder if my path really leads anywhere
But I understood something in the midst of the chaos
I wasn't born to be right, I was born to be true, bro
Chorus
I'm not trying to please, I'm trying to be born
My truth burns, it wants to be seen
Be flame, be wind, be river
Wild at heart, free on earth
I'm not looking for agreement, I'm looking for momentum
My voice cuts through the night, cuts through the wind
If they back down, let them back down, brother
I move forward, rooted, Sincere
Verse 2
I'm never alone, I have a she-wolf in my heart
Barefoot on roads no one imagines
I talk to the fire when the world turns cold
I dance with my fears, they follow me step by step
They want approval like a leash around their neck
I prefer freedom, even if it means walking alone, standing tall
You can't shine brightly while apologizing for illuminating
My light disturbs, so much the better, I'll own it
Chorus
I'm not trying to please, I'm trying to be born
My truth burns, it wants to be seen
Be flame, be wind, be river
Wild at heart, free on earth
And if I fall, the Earth lifts me up again
Deep roots, sacred fire in my veins
What I carry is older than my fears
Wider than their words, stronger than their hate
Verse 3 / Outro I walk.
I write.
I create.
I leave the stones behind.
Let them speak still, I move forward nonetheless.
Pen as weapon, truth as emblem.