THEY CAN’T STEAL THE COMPASS [Verse 1] They took the pages from my book, rewrote the lines in someone’s ink, turned my ocean into a flood, then blamed me for the ship that sank. They built a mirror out of smoke, so I could question what I knew, but underneath the broken glass I found a compass pointing true. [Pre-Chorus] They can move the mountains, they can darken up the sky, they can tell a thousand stories— but they can’t change where I’ve survived. [Chorus] You can steal the map, but you can’t steal the road. You can bury the flame, but you can’t kill the glow. You can twist every word until the whole world believes— but you can’t change the truth of the scars underneath. Let the liars build their kingdom, let their towers touch the blue. They can write their version down— but they can’t make it true. [Verse 2] They painted shadows on my name, hung their portraits on my walls, made the hands that pushed me down look like hands that helped me crawl. But every tear became a river, every wound became a stone, and I built a bridge from everything I thought would leave me gone. I don’t need to burn their castle. I don’t need to prove the flame. The sun doesn’t argue with the darkness— it just rises all the same. [Pre-Chorus] They can call my leaving weakness, they can call my freedom pride, but nobody walks the battlefield unless they’ve been inside. [Chorus] You can steal the map, but you can’t steal the road. You can bury the flame, but you can’t kill the glow. You can twist every word until the whole world believes— but you can’t change the truth of the scars underneath. Let the liars build their kingdom, let their towers touch the blue. They can write their version down— but they can’t make it true. [Bridge — stripped down, almost whispered] I was the river they tried to dam. I was the fire they tried to bury in sand. I was the seed they covered in stone. But roots don’t ask permission before they grow. And now— I don’t need your map. I don’t need your name. I don’t need your story to explain my pain. I know why I left. I know what I saw. I know what I lost. I know what it cost. And I know— I survived. [Final Chorus — powerful] You can steal the map, but you can’t steal the road. You can bury the flame, but you can’t kill the glow. You can twist every word, you can rewrite the truth— but you can’t erase the woman who walked through the proof. Let the liars build their kingdom, let their towers fall apart. They can tell the world my story— but they never held my heart. You can steal the map. You can bury the flame. You can paint me the villain. You can poison my name. But the compass in my chest still points to what is true. You can tell the world your story— but you can’t make me live it too. [Outro] So let the pages turn. Let the old story burn. I am not the story they wrote about me. I am the one who lived it. And I know the way home.
