© Ombaliz / Michel Laks Tous droits réservés --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I wore every mask they handed me, Each one tighter, harder to breathe. Walked their roads, took their advice, Lost my shadow under their lights. But the wind kept calling my name low and slow, And I knew someday, I’d have to let it all go. Being myself, I knew I’d Find myself, Not in a crowd, not on a shelf. Being myself, I knew I’d Find myself, In the cracks they told me to cover and quell. I spoke their words, polished and fine, Swallowed their truths instead of mine. But in the quiet, when no one’s near, I found a melody only I could hear. It was raw, out of tune, a little too loud, But it wasn’t theirs, and that made me proud. Being myself, I knew I’d Find myself, Not in their rules, not in their wealth. Being myself, I knew I’d Find myself, In the flaws they said would keep me in hell. It ain’t a straight line, more a jagged climb, I tripped on the rhythm, I fell out of time. But every wrong note became my sound, Every mistake put roots in the ground. Being myself, I knew I’d Find myself, In the chaos they said I should fear. Being myself, I knew I’d Find myself, Where the truth sings loud and clear. Being myself, I knew I’d Find myself. And no one else gets to write what I hear. No mask, no veil, no borrowed role, This voice, this fire, it’s my soul. In every fall, a chance to rise, My mirror’s now free of disguise. Being myself, I knew I’d Find myself (Being myself)
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