[Intro — spoken, soft but confident] They asked me what power I’d pick If I had one day in the studio… One voice, one chance, one miracle… I looked around and said— Nah. I choose all of them. [Verse 1] Give me the voice that can bend through fire, Soft as rain, then a live wire. Give me the breath when my chest gets tight, Turn my broken pieces into light. Give me the pen that bleeds in gold, Writing down the shit I never told. Give me the nerve to hit record, No fear standing at the door. [Pre-Chorus] I want the growl, I want the grace, I want the tears all over my face. I want the ghosts to sing along, Turn every wound into a song. [Verse 2] Give me the beat before it’s played, Thunder drums and a holy wave. Give me the choir behind my spine, Every harmony turning divine. Give me the power to mute my doubt, Kick that scared little voice right out. Give me the take that cracks just right, Where pain turns pretty under studio lights. [Pre-Chorus] I want the smoke, I want the shine, I want the past to stay in line. I want the room to feel my soul, Like every scar has gone platinum and gold. [Chorus] I choose all of them, all of them, Every power in my hands. The healer, the fighter, the truth in the fire, The voice that finally stands. I choose all of them, all of them, No more shrinking in the dark. If I only get one day to become who I am, I’m walking in with every spark. [Bridge — emotional build] I want time to bend around me, I want fear to fall away. I want every note inside me To say what I couldn’t say. I want the child, the rage, the woman, The prayer, the storm, the scream. I want the whole damn universe To hear me when I dream. [Breakdown — chant/ad-libs] Give me voice. Give me fire. Give me truth. Lift me higher. Give me pain. Give me gold. Give me every story I was scared to hold. [Final Chorus — bigger, anthemic] I choose all of them, all of them, Every power in my hands. The healer, the fighter, the truth in the fire, The voice that finally stands. I choose all of them, all of them, Watch me rise out of the dark. If I only get one day to become who I am, I’m walking in with every spark. [Outro — whispered, then belted] They said pick one… I said I’m done choosing pieces of myself. I want the whole damn thing. I choose all of them. I choose all of me.
