[Verse 1] Every scar is a brushstroke, every spin is a sigh, Each climb up that pole is a prayer to the sky. I tell my story in circles and sway, Turning old pain into rhythm and grace. The mirror don’t lie, it just shows who I’ve been, But the dance is my freedom — I rise again. [Chorus — Soul Grabbing Hook] ✨ I paint with my body, I speak through the air, My tears turn to glitter, my heart starts to bare. Every story I’ve lived, I let it unwind, It’s your story too — through movement, you’ll find. I’m not just spinning — I’m rewriting time, I paint with my body, and healing’s the line. ✨ [Verse 2] There’s a language in motion, a truth in the fall, Where silence once lived, I’m answering the call. My bruises are poems that nobody sees, But they hum like hymns in my muscle memory. From roots to release, from shadow to flame, I dance the becoming, I dance my own name. [Chorus] ✨ I paint with my body, I speak through the air, My tears turn to glitter, my heart starts to bare. Every story I’ve lived, I let it unwind, It’s your story too — through movement, you’ll find. I’m not just spinning — I’m rewriting time, I paint with my body, and healing’s the line. ✨ [Verse 3] Each drop is surrender, each hold is my prayer, I find my reflection in the weight of the air. For every heartbreak that shattered my skin, I found the rhythm that carried me in. The pole is my pulpit, my church, my release, Where movement and memory finally find peace. [Final Chorus — Extended Outro] ✨ I paint with my body, I speak through the air, My truth drips in motion, my soul laid bare. Every bruise is a blessing, every scar a sign, That I lived through the story — now the story is mine. I’m not just spinning — I’m healing in rhyme, I paint with my body… and love every line. ✨
