[Verse 1 ] If my name is stitched to my possessions, Then every theft is a wound to my soul. Every broken thing, a broken me. Every empty hand, a hollow heart. [Chorus] But I am what I do I am what I feel I am what I love I am what I heal You can take my gold You can burn my name But the verbs I live Will remain the same [Verse 2 – Spoken, rising intensity] See, the man who clings to what he owns Lives in fear of the wind Of rust, of ruin, of time Because when the shelf is bare He sees himself as nothing But I… I see, I feel, I love, I am sad And none of that can be stolen [Bridge – Choir hums, solo voice sings] You can’t steal a sunrise from my eyes You can’t erase the ache I’ve sung You can’t unmake the love I gave Or the sorrow I’ve become [Final Chorus – Full choir, swelling harmonies] I am what I do I am what I feel I am what I love I am what I heal You can take my gold You can burn my name But the verbs I live Will remain the same
