[Verse 1] They say, “Be true”— as if the soul were a compass, fixed and steady through still waters, through storms. But I’ve watched my heart turn with the light— Morning’s promise becoming evening’s doubt. [Verse 2] So what is truth when I change with the tide? When the mirror forgets me from one breath to the next? Still, there's a thread— not golden, not grand, but soft as linen, frayed from love and wear. [Pre-Chorus] It hums beneath the noise— when I say the thing that aches to be said, when I choose what’s hard but wholly mine. [Chorus] Let that be enough. Not a star blazing north, not a name carved in stone, but a pulse— low and steady, singing: You’re home. [Verse 3] Yes, the world will ask you to wear a hundred names— some sewn from longing, some stitched in fear. But none will fit like the skin you choose when no one’s watching, when it’s only you. [Interlude – softly sung, almost spoken] Walk your own path, even if it winds. Even if your feet forget where the light first fell. It’s still there— beneath the noise, beneath the names. [Final Chorus] Let your truth be quiet. Let it tremble and breathe. Let it come like dusk— not sudden, but certain. Be the echo only you can answer. And the rest will follow, like night after day. [Outro] To thine own self— not perfect, but true. And that… will always be enough.
