[Verse 1] I’m running to my own beat, Feet tapping on the floor like a secret I keep. Scrolling through songs, trying to find one that fits, But the rhythm in my chest keeps talking like this. Weather humming in a soft little tune, Sunlight painting gold on the afternoon. [Pre-Chorus] I’m not lost, I’m just drifting, Letting my mood do the lifting. Every breeze is a whisper, Every moment gets crisper. [Chorus] I’m strong to the beat of my own drum, Even when I’m searching for a song to become. The sky keeps saying, “Go on, run,” Joy in my pocket, heart coming undone. I’m strong to the beat— Yeah, that’s the rhythm I meet. [Verse 2] House so quiet you could hear the air breathe, But my daughters and I still dance with ease. One twirls like she’s catching stars in her hands, The other sways slow, dreaming up her plans. Bare feet sliding across the kitchen floor, Giggles racing underneath every door. No music playing, just the rhythm in our heads, Three hearts keeping time in sunset reds. [Pre-Chorus] I told my daddy one day, “They dance with nothing on.” He smiled and said, “Baby, that’s where they get it from.” “You do the same thing, you just don’t always see— Those girls are just like you, beating wild and free.” [Chorus] We’re strong to the beat of our own drum, Three little hearts and a thousand songs to come. The sky keeps saying, “Go on, run,” Joy in our pockets, morning never done. We’re strong to the beat— Yeah, that’s the rhythm we meet. [Rap Verse] Look, we don’t need a speaker just to feel alive, Melodies inside us naturally arrive. My girls spinning in the living room, joy on their face, A trio of rhythms making room in the space. Clouds give commentary, wind gives advice, Sun says slow down, shade says think twice. We laugh at it all, let the moment just come, ’Cause we’re strong to the beat of our own drum. [Bridge] If the room goes quiet, we’ll still know the way, A foot against the floor, a laugh at the end of the day. What I carried alone now is brighter in three, My daughters keep finding the rhythm in me. [Final Chorus] We’re strong to the beat of our own drum, Look at what we made and what we’ve become. The whole wide sky keeps calling, “Go on, run,” Three voices rising underneath the sun. We’re strong to the beat— Yeah, that’s the rhythm we meet. [Outro] Warm air talking, Soft steps walking, Life feels gentle, Heart stays rocking.
