[INTRO - spoken (soft, close, intimate)] I didn’t disappear overnight. I faded in plain sight. I had a body. I had a name. But without an address, I wasn’t real enough for a bank, job or a license, or a system that only recognizes paper. I was homeless before I knew the word for it. I was alive.......... but not recognized as real. [VERSE 1 - sung (low, steady, restrained] Strangers treated me kinder than the people I knew Loyalty broke me faster than hunger ever could I stayed too long, waiting to be seen By those who never had my best interest in between My income faded when my platforms went quiet My voice got smaller every time I tried to fight it What I gave away freely left me empty-handed Turns out generosity needs somewhere solid to land in [PRE-CHORUS - half spoken / half sung (uneasy build)] Florida heat. Brain fried, An RV. A state park that didn’t know me. No address... no access... no record I remained. [CHORUS - sung (open, aching)] I was alive but not recognized as real I was breathing, but invisible They wanted proof - I had a pulse They wanted facts - I had a body screaming truth [BREAK - chaotic middle (fragmented, broken rhythm)] Missing pages.... kept the feeling Static memories.... held the knowing They asked for timelines I had symptoms They wanted records I was still healing [beat cuts out] Even the archives went quiet.... History.... with no record. [VERSE 2 - spoken/sung (confusion → clarity)] I remembered the feeling, not the facts I carried truth without an axe Whole chapters gone, but instinct stayed My nervous system showed me the way I ran when something felt off I didn’t wait to be explained Discernment saved my life Before language ever came... [TURN - beat sharpens, strength returns] I stopped trying to be recorded I stopped asking to be seen I stopped waiting for permission From systems that never knew what to do with me [FINAL CHORUS - sung (strong, calm)] I don’t need systems to validate my existence I don’t need witnesses to know I lived What disappeared wasn’t stolen It dissolved because it had no container. Maybe I wasn’t erased. I was released. I lost the record and built the foundation. [OUTRO - mantra, soft again (choose repeats)] I exist whether you can prove it or not. [pause] I don’t need systems to validate my existence. What disappeared didn’t take me with it. I built something solid. That’s enough. [pause] I was never missing. Just didn’t fit the system. [almost whispered] What disappeared wasn’t stolen. It made space for something solid. I let go of the record, their stories and let people choose what they believe I kept the truth. God kept the truth and that's all that matters......
