Saint

I’ve been quiet, held my breath, Played it soft, played second best. Now I’m done with shrinking low— I burn brighter when I go. You thought I’d break like glass, But I was built to last. You’ll feel me in your veins— A storm you can’t contain. I’m no saint, I’m fire and gold, Can’t be tamed, can’t be controlled. You pushed me out, I found my flame, Now I rise and own my name. Keep your crowns and empty praise, I don’t fold, I shift the maze. Every scar’s a power line, Watch me glow and redefine. Silence is over, I’m speaking loud— Striking like thunder, standing proud. I’m not a shadow, I’m the sun— One by one, I come undone. I’m no saint, and that’s my truth— Made from fire, born from proof. When I rise, I light the dark— Every fall just fed the spark. When I rise I light the— When I rise, I light the dark— Every fall just fed the spark! When I rise I light the dark— Every fall just fed the spark!