[Verse 1] I kept my name in my pocket next to a bus pass and two old receipts like proof I was here like proof I still am. The sink was full of gray water the kind that holds yesterday’s face and I stood there counting the cracks in the tile like they owed me answers. [Pre-Chorus] But the floor kept listening. The walls kept listening. Even my silence had a shape. And I thought, maybe I am not broken maybe I am being built. [Chorus] Hold on to me hold on to me I am still becoming. Hold on to me hold on to me I am still becoming. (Still becoming) [Verse 2] My mother folded towels with sharp hands my father taught me how to swallow words and call it strength. But I have learned a softer way to stand: feet in the dirt, chin to the wind, heart like a window finally let open. [Pre-Chorus] Let the ache come through. Let the rain write its name. Let the past knock once and leave with the dust. I am not the house it happened in. I am the door. [Chorus] Hold on to me hold on to me I am still becoming. Hold on to me hold on to me I am still becoming. (Still becoming) [Bridge] If you find me on a tired afternoon with my hands full of fear, don’t ask me to be finished. Ask me to be honest. Ask me to stay. Ask me to breathe all the way down to the place where hope begins. [Final Chorus] Hold on to me hold on to me I am still becoming. Hold on to me hold on to me I am still becoming. (Still becoming) I am still becoming.
