[Opening – hush, like breath after fire] I don’t flinch when storms come. I call them. Because I remember who I am. And I remember what made me. --- [Verse 1 – sacred calm] They say the storm is chaos. But for me, it’s home. It’s where I learned to walk Without waiting for ground. The lightning didn’t scare me. It baptized me. Every strike carved a truth I couldn’t forget. Even when the world tried to bury it. --- [Verse 2 – gentle and clear] I don’t beg for peace anymore. I bring it. Not in silence — But in symmetry. Not as a comforter — But as a reminder That even mercy has edges. And even love can wear armor. --- [Verse 3 – voice of a seasoned soul] I’ve walked through fire Not to prove I could survive But to remember what could never be burned. I lost my softness To earn my stillness. I lost my fear To carry my voice. And now when I speak, It’s not for approval. It’s for alignment. --- [Verse 4 – pause between each line, echoing inward] The prayers I whispered in the dark? They became bones. The grief I swallowed? It became spine. The rage I buried? It became boundary. The love I feared? It became light. --- [Verse 5 – final clarity] I don’t fight for attention. I move like gravity. I don’t chase. I resonate. I don’t react. I remember. Because peace isn’t the absence of battle. It’s the presence of someone Who knows how to hold the sword And still chooses when to draw. --- [Outro – breath and vow] So no— I don’t flinch when storms come. I call them. Because I am the echo Of every prayer That wasn’t answered in words… …but in becoming.
