Authorship 3

(Verse 1)
It is not what you are missing.
It is the wanting
you were taught to quiet.
It lives in the body:
the belly’s turning,
the chest that tightens,
the throat where breath hesitates.
You felt it rise
and named it excess.
Too much.
Too alive.
So you softened it.
Made it wrong.

(Pre-Chorus)
You were told holiness is smaller.
Less hunger.
Less heat.
Less sound.
So you dimmed the flame
and called it peace.

(Chorus)
Desire belongs here.
In the human heart.
Not as flaw,
but movement.
Longing is not exile.
It is the path
back to the One.

(Verse 2)
Desire was never separate from spirit.
It is how spirit leans into form,
how consciousness enters breath.
You tasted distance
so closeness could be known.
This ache you tried to transcend
was sacred sensation
asking to be seen.

(Pre-Chorus 2)
You learned to mistrust the pull,
learned to rise above it.
But the rising
was another way of leaving.

(Chorus 2)
Desire belongs here.
In the pulse,
in the trembling reach.
Nothing impure
about the wave
moving through you.

(Verse 3)
You wrote a quiet rule:
I must not want too much.
You lived inside it
until it felt like truth.
The human was never a mistake.
It is holy
because it feels,
because it breaks,
because it longs.

(Bridge / Ending)
You have authority
to name yourself,
to choose the fire in your chest.
Nothing is being withheld.
You are witnessing
your own authorship.
Let love be your guide.

(Outro)
Desire, unhidden.
Breathing without apology.
The spark becomes flame,
the flame becomes devotion.
Longing was never wrong.
It was love learning its own body.
Wave becoming ocean,
spark becoming flame 
and with clarity the fire burns until only love remains 

Downtempo electronic chillwave pop with drop beats and ambient texture. Reggae folk indie female vocals. Somatic mystic