[INTRO] I kept the match dry. I kept my name. [VERSE 1] Some mornings tasted like iron and dust, some nights ran long like a train with no end. I learned what breaks fast, what lasts, what bends and returns again. I stopped feeding the fire with my own breath, stopped watering grief with time— and started laying down small good like stones in a straight line. [PRE-CHORUS] Not a speech, not a show— just a choice I make again. If the day brings weight, I build with it. [CHORUS] I TURN IT INTO GOLD Not the shine— the use. I TURN IT INTO GOLD What was heavy, I move. Every fall gave me temper, every bruise gave me aim. I TURN IT INTO GOLD and I leave it in my wake. [VERSE 2] I learned the world repeats what you practice: bitterness, mercy, whatever you throw. So I started planting better in places nobody knows. I don’t need applause to mean it, I don’t need a crowd to prove— I’d rather be a lantern in a hallway somebody walks through. [PRE-CHORUS 2] No perfect ending. No spotless page. Just better hands on the same day. [CHORUS] I TURN IT INTO GOLD Not the shine— the use. I TURN IT INTO GOLD What was heavy, I move. Every fall gave me temper, every bruise gave me aim. I TURN IT INTO GOLD and I leave it in my wake. [BRIDGE] Let the world misunderstand me. I won’t answer noise with noise. I’ve seen what rage can borrow, so I choose a different voice. If someone’s lost inside their own weather, I won’t preach— I’ll make room: a path, a rope, a steady marker, something true to move toward. [FINAL CHORUS] I TURN IT INTO GOLD Not the shine— the use. I TURN IT INTO GOLD What was heavy, I move. Every fall gave me temper, every bruise gave me aim. I TURN IT INTO GOLD and I leave it in my wake. [OUTRO] After the weather, I’m still here.
