[Female] I woke with a melody under my skin, Opened the curtains and let myself in. No perfect entrance, no polished disguise, Just sleep-tangled hair and a spark in my eyes. I stretch like a shoreline receiving the sea, There is room in this morning for all that I be. A little outrageous, a little serene, A whole living woman, no corners unseen. I can be tender and still have a spine, Change my direction and call it divine. Follow a color, get lost in a tune, Dance in the kitchen at quarter past noon. My laughter comes spilling; I give it the floor, My heart has a window where fear had a door. Wonder, wonder, wonderfully free, What a delicious thing, being me. Wild in my spirit, at home in my skin, Life gets brighter when I let myself in. Oh, let me blossom, let me breathe, Let me love what is underneath. Wonder, wonder, wonderfully free, I bring my whole heart wherever I be. I used to rehearse every word in my head, Fold up the beautiful things left unsaid. Now I can pause when I need to feel through, Speak from the place where my meaning is true. Some days I sparkle; some days I go slow, Both are a rhythm my body can know. I give my own seasons a place at the table, Choose what feels nourishing, honest, and stable. There is a softness that knows how to stand, A curious child with the world in her hands. She gathers up seashells and questions and light, Asks why the moon looks so lovely tonight. I take her exploring; I let her make art, Keep every new doorway alive in my heart. Wonder, wonder, wonderfully free, What a delicious thing, being me. Wild in my spirit, at home in my skin, Life gets brighter when I let myself in. Oh, let me blossom, let me breathe, Let me love what is underneath. Wonder, wonder, wonderfully free, I bring my whole heart wherever I be. My hips catch the rhythm, my shoulders release, Pleasure comes softly; I welcome the peace. Warm water running, a breeze on my thigh, The sweet little shiver of being alive. I savor the berries, the sunlight, the song, The feeling of knowing my body belongs. No audience needed for joy to be real, I live in the beauty I actually feel. And love, when we meet, bring your beautiful truth, Your everyday kindness, your laughter, your roots. Come curious, come willing, come clear in your care, Let choosing each other be something we share. I have room for closeness and room for my wings, For quiet together and separate things. Two whole constellations with space for their glow, A love we can touch in the way that we show. Oh, I have interests that wander like rivers, A mind full of windows, a heart full of shivers. Books on the pillow, new songs on the stove, Ten little pathways to places I love. I may take the long way to follow a flower, Forget what I planned and discover an hour Of beautiful breathing beside an old tree, Learning how lovely unhurried can be. Wonder, wonder, wonderfully free, What a delicious thing, being me. Wild in my spirit, at home in my skin, Life gets brighter when I let myself in. Oh, let me blossom, let me breathe, Let me love what is underneath. Wonder, wonder, wonderfully free, I bring my whole heart wherever I be. I can say yes with my whole body glowing, I can say no without endlessly owing A reason that makes every person agree; My life needs the truth that is living in me. I listen, I learn, I can soften my view, Keep my own center while welcoming you. Freedom has room for a heart that can care, For helping another, for learning to share. Ay-rah, ah-ya, a laugh on the breeze, Oh-ma, eh-ya, my roots reaching deep. A hum in my chest and the earth at my feet, My spirit and everyday living can meet. I gather my scattered attention back home, Give it a garden where wonder can roam. The vastness I sense finds a simple expression: A life I inhabit with warmth and affection. Wonder, wonder, wonderfully free, What a delicious thing, being me. Wild in my spirit, at home in my skin, Life gets brighter when I let myself in. Oh, let me blossom, let me breathe, Let me love what is underneath. Wonder, wonder, wonderfully free, I bring my whole heart wherever I be. Let my voice have its velvet and fire, Let my days hold their honest desire. Let my joy take the shape that it takes, Let me learn from the choices I make. A hand on my heart, a sway in my knees, I smile at the woman becoming with ease. Wonder upon wonder, I finally see: How good it can feel to be fully me.
