Yeah. It’s different now./ Check the blueprints. I’m not living in the rubble anymore./ I know you’ve got it in you, you're just haunted by the ghost./ I know the way the past looks, and what it cost you the most./ But you forced a renovation, now I’m standing as your host./ Secure in every pillar from the beam down to the post./ I once was a landslide, a frantic design./ A casualty to the fault lines of my own mind./ You saw the cracks before I even felt the tremor./ But you can’t judge the summer by the frost of December./ I was living in a layout inevitable to fail./ Shaking in the wind, looking thin, looking frail./ But I traded the hollow for marrow and bone./ I carved out a king from the shards of a stone./ No more blueprints drawn in the sand./ I’m gripping the steel with a steady hand./ The scaffolding's down and the debris is cleared./ You can now see the man that you don't have to fear./ It’s a long way up from the basement floor,/ I don't recognize the shadow knocking at the door./ I’m breathing easy, now that I found my rhythm,/ I’ve left all the ‘used-to-be’s’ back in the prison./ I’ve been architectural, rebuilding the frame./ Keeping the heart but I’m changing the name./ The structure is solid, the foundation is set./ I’m the best version of me that you haven’t met yet./ Yeah, the view from the top is a beautiful sight./ But it’s cold in the wind if you don’t hold me tight./ I’ve weathered the storm and I’ve conquered the flood./ I’ve built something real out of spirit and **blood**/ Stone by stone, I had to carry the weight,/ I sat in the silence settled the debt with my fate./ I stopped looking back at the ghost at the gate,/ Now I’m standing upright, I’m standing up straight./ The ink on the map is still wet on the page,/ I’m a bird that forgot how to live in a cage./ The anger is quiet, I’ve outgrown the rage,/ Step out of the wings and I’ll take to the stage./ The leopard doesn't change, but I’ve peeled back the skin./ I've replaced all the windows so daylight can get in./ I used to be a riot, a flicker, a spark./ Now I’m a lighthouse to guide us through the dark./ I know you’re braced for impact, just waiting for the crash./ Expecting the foundation to dissolve into ash./ But the cement is dry, and the timber’s been treated./ The version of me that you feared is defeated./ You’re checking for termites, you’re looking for rot./ Doubting the stability of everything I've got./ But I’ve reinforced the joints and I’ve leveled the floor./ I’m not the same storm that once came crashing through your door./ Don't let the "was" dictate what "will be"./ I’m a skyscraper now, quit looking down at the debris./ I’m reaching for the clouds with a glass and steel spine./ Give me one more chance to prove you can be mine./ It’s a long way up from the basement floor,/ I don't recognize the shadow knocking at the door./ I’m breathing easy, now that I found my rhythm,/ I’ve left all the ‘used-to-be’s’ back in the prison./ I’ve been architectural, rebuilding the frame./ Keeping the heart but I’m changing the name./ The structure is solid, the foundation is set./ I’m the best version of me that you haven’t met yet./ Yeah, the view from the top is a beautiful sight./ But it’s cold in the wind if you don’t hold me tight./ I’ve weathered the storm and I’ve conquered the flood./ I’ve built something real out of spirit and **blood**./ Look at my hands, they aren't shaking no more./ Look at my eyes, they aren't searching the floor./ I’m here. I’m present. I’m whole./ Final inspection, I’m passing with grace./ I’ve stopped seeking shelter in every new face./ I’m my own roof, my own walls, my own sanctuary./ The weight of the history is a debt I don’t carry./ I’m secure in the stance, I’m at peace with the posture./ I’ve gained back the soul that I previously lost here./ So take the key, turn the lock, walk the length of the hall./ I’ve spent a lifetime learning to get back up when I fall./ This isn't a façade or a coat of fresh paint./ I’m far from a sinner, but I’m trying for a saint./ I’ve designed this house so the light reaches the edge./ I’m stepping back inside, away from the ledge./ But even a fortress needs a bit of a soul./ You’re the only piece left to make the final picture whole./ The welcome mat is out and the garden is grown./ I built this for us so we don't have to be alone./ Yeah, the view from the top is a beautiful sight./ But it’s cold in the wind if you don’t hold me tight./ I’ve weathered the storm and I’ve conquered the flood./ I’ve built something real out of spirit and **blood**./ I’m standing right here./ The house is finished./ The lights are on./ Are you coming in?/
