Verse 1 Ataxia walks with me every day. Some see only the stumble, not the strength it takes to rise again. The hardest part was not the falling— it was the judgment in their eyes when they never knew my story. Chorus I am more than what they see. There is fire in my spirit, hope in my hands, a universe of dreams that will not fade. Ataxia shapes my path, but it cannot take my light. Verse 2 Each step is uncertain, yet each step is a victory. I’ve learned to find beauty in the fight itself. And though the world is quick to judge, I have learned to shine brighter, because of the weight I carry. Bridge Today I lift my voice with others, a chorus across the world, saying we are here, we are strong, and we will not be hidden. Final Chorus I am more than my condition. I am more than their silence. Ataxia will not break me— I carry the sky within me, and I will rise.
