Verse 1 I’ve been sleeping with the door cracked, halfway out my own life. Kept my miracles folded like letters I was too scared to write. I called it being careful, but it felt a lot like chains. Made a shelter out of silence, then complained about the rain. ⸻ Pre-Chorus Maybe fear is just a shadow standing in borrowed light. Maybe my hands were never empty, maybe they were waiting for the fight. ⸻ Chorus I’m done running from the things I dream of most. Done hiding from the fire in my bones. What if I do matter? What if I’m enough? What if this small voice was born to wake love up? What if I’m the ripple, what if I’m the stone? What if changing the world starts with claiming my own? ⸻ Verse 2 I’ve been shrinking down my spirit so nobody had to stare. Tried to make my thunder quiet, tried to disappear in prayer. But the dream keeps getting louder, like a drum beneath the floor. It says, “You weren’t given hunger just to starve outside the door.” ⸻ Bridge I am altar, I am earthquake, I am candle, I am storm. I am not too much for purpose— I was born this loud, this warm. Let me love like it is labor. Let me speak until it heals. Let me turn my fear to service. Let me make the hidden real. ⸻ Final Chorus I’m done running from the things I dream of most. Done hiding from the fire in my bones. What if I do matter? What if I’m enough? What if this whole life was meant to become love? What if I’m the ripple, what if I’m the stone? What if changing the world starts with claiming my own? ⸻ Outro No more asking dreams to wait. No more living halfway brave. Maybe I do matter. Maybe I was born to change.
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