INTRO For years... I searched the pages... Looking for someone... Who wrote my story... Then I found... The answer... Was always in my hands... VERSE 1 I blamed the chapters For the choices I made Blamed the storm clouds For the roads I walked away I searched for a reason In every broken line Looking for a stranger To explain this life of mine But the mirror kept reminding me Of something I couldn't see The person holding all the pages Was always me Not every chapter was perfect Not every sentence was right But even the darkest moments Were written in my fight PRE-CHORUS The past is a teacher... Not a chain... The future is waiting... For my name... CHORUS I AM THE AUTHOR... Of the story I become Not the pain that came before me Not the battles I have won I AM THE AUTHOR... With the pen inside my hand I can honour where I've travelled And still change where I stand Every chapter... Every scar... Every road that brought me here... Was a part of the story... That made the vision clear VERSE 2 I don't need to rewrite Every moment of my past Some lessons only arrive When the hardest days have passed The failures and the triumphs The silence and the sound Were all pieces of the journey That brought this person around I used to chase forgiveness From a world that never knew All the battles I was fighting All the things I had to move through But peace was never waiting Somewhere outside of me It was built inside the pages Of the man I chose to be PRE-CHORUS No more running... No more blame... I hold the pen now... I write my name... CHORUS I AM THE AUTHOR... Of the story I become Not the pain that came before me Not the battles I have won I AM THE AUTHOR... With the pen inside my hand I can honour where I've travelled And still change where I stand Every chapter... Every scar... Every road that brought me here... Was a part of the story... That made the vision clear BRIDGE The pages remember... The storms and the rain... The nights I was searching... For someone to blame... But the story kept moving... The ink never stopped... And the man in the mirror... Was all that I had... BREAKDOWN I WRITE! I CHOOSE! I BUILD! I MOVE! THE PAST! THE PRESENT! THE FUTURE! IS MINE! FINAL CHORUS I AM THE AUTHOR... And the story isn't done There are pages still waiting For the rising of the sun I AM THE AUTHOR... Not because I control it all But because I choose my response Every time I fall The novel keeps turning... The chapters still grow... The hand holding the pen... Finally knows... OUTRO The cover stays open... The pages still breathe... The story continues... With me... And what I choose to be...
