[Intro] (radio hiss, distant synth pulse) …Comms check. Breath steady. One step. Then sky. [Verse 1] In the cold where the night stays longer than prayer, I learned to stand still in the edge of the air. They tell me: “Be careful. One slip and you fall.” I smile like I’m hearing a children’s call. Because my life is wire—thin, bright, severe, And I walk it forward through static and fear. [Pre-Chorus] Boot on steel, heart on flame, I am not here to be tame. I count my breaths like numbers in snow— Three, two, one… I go. [Chorus] I’m dancing on a tightrope to the stars, No safety net, just stubborn scars. Earth below me, cosmos in my hands— I don’t ask permission, I make my stands. If gravity wants me on my knees, I spit my vow into frozen breeze: I will not fall—nyet, not tonight, I walk the sky with my own light. [Verse 2] Mission control in my skull like a drum, “Stay in the line, don’t become what you’ve become.” But I’ve seen the dark, it is honest and wide, And sometimes the truth is to step outside. I carry my name like a spark in my chest, Not for medals—no—only for what’s left. [Pre-Chorus 2] Hands are shaking? Good. Still I move. Fear is a teacher, not an excuse. I bite down hard, I breathe in deep— The stars don’t wait for the weak. [Chorus] I’m dancing on a tightrope to the stars, No safety net, just stubborn scars. Earth below me, cosmos in my hands— I don’t ask permission, I make my stands. If gravity wants me on my knees, I spit my vow into frozen breeze: I will not fall—nyet, not tonight, I walk the sky with my own light. [Bridge] (drop: piano + radio FX, intimate vocal) I hear the silence… it is so loud. In weightless dark I speak to the clouds. “Are you proud?” I don’t know. But I know this: I’m still in control. One step for the girl who was told “don’t try,” One step for the ones who never got sky. [Final Chorus] (big lift: strings + guitars + toms) I’m dancing on a tightrope to the stars, I burn through doubt like engine sparks. Earth behind me, future in my hands— I don’t ask permission, I make my stands. And if the universe turns cold on me, I answer back: “You will see—” I will not fall—nyet, not tonight, I walk the sky… I walk the sky… With my own light. [Outro] (radio hiss fades) Comms check… Still breathing. Still rising.
