Verse One I learned to keep my anger dressed In Sunday clothes and quiet breath. They praised the peace I could perform While I stood shaking through the storm. But every time I swallowed no, Something inside me lost its glow. Now fury speaks, and I can hear The part of me they taught to fear. Pre-Chorus If truth sounds ugly coming through, It learned that language in the pew. I won’t keep calling silence grace To spare the ones who taught me shame. Chorus No saint here—my hands still shake, But I won’t bless the hurt you make. You called me good when I stayed small, Then called me lost when I stood tall. If being holy means I kneel And lie about the wounds I feel, You’ll have to find another prayer— I’m standing up. No saint here. Verse Two You taught forgiveness like a debt I owed before the wound had set. The ones who hurt me kept their seats; I bore the blame for breaking peace. I watched you bow your heads and pray, Then turn from what I had to say. You feared my voice would shake the floor; I feared your judgment hurting more. Pre-Chorus Two I thought my anger made me wrong, So I mistook your shame for song. Now every note I used to hide Gives voice to someone still inside. Chorus No saint here—my hands still shake, But I won’t bless the hurt you make. You called me good when I stayed small, Then called me lost when I stood tall. If being holy means I kneel And lie about the wounds I feel, You’ll have to find another prayer— I’m standing up. No saint here. Bridge That child believed each word you said And took your verdicts into bed. She prayed for you to see her pain; You taught her how to take the blame. I’m here beside her, letting rage Say what she couldn’t at that age. She doesn’t need her soul made clean— She needs you naming what you’ve seen. Final Chorus No saint here—my hands still shake, But I won’t bless the hurt you make. You called me good when I stayed small, Then called me lost when I stood tall. If being holy means I kneel And lie about the wounds I feel, You’ll have to find another prayer— I’m standing up. No saint here.
