I know this hallway.
I know these footsteps.
Tonight I chose another door.
( another path another pattern)
(Hm hm hm hm hm hm hm hm)
In the corridor behind my eyes,
(Hm hm hm hm hm hm hm hm)
The same doors swung every night.
(Hm hm hm hm hm hm hm hm)
Same small ache in a borrowed chair,
Same old ghost brushing through my hair.
(Hm hm hm hm hm hm hm hm)
I wore tension like family gold,
Called it wisdom, called it giving.
Then blue thunder split the frame,
And silence whispered my true name.
(ahh...)
Unclench the hands... unlock the love...
Let the body rewrite the pattern.
Solar pulse inside my chest,
Purpose beating through the stress.
One clear breath, one cleaner sky,
I do not need the script to survive.
Before the old pattern catches me,
(Hm hm hm hm hm hm hm hm)
I turn, I lift, I leave.
(Hm hm hm hm hm hm hm hm)
Before the old pattern names me,
(Hm hm hm hm hm hm hm hm)
I become what I believe.
(Hm hm hm hm hm hm hm hm)
Storm through the habit,
(Hm hm hm hm hm hm hm hm)
Storm through the shame.
(Hm hm hm hm hm hm hm hm)
I move so alive and quickly
The old story forgets my name.
(Hm hm hm hm hm hm hm hm)
Shake it from the wrists,
Roll it through the hips,
Let the thunder leave the breath.
(hey...)
Let it slip.
I used to bow to familiar pain,
(Hm hm hm hm hm hm hm hm)
Water dead flowers with my rain.
(Hm hm hm hm hm hm hm hm)
I called shrinking “keeping peace,”
Called delay a form of peace
(Hm hm hm hm hm hm hm hm)
Blue Storm laughed across the room:
“Roots can split through stone in bloom.”
Solar said: “Choose now. Cut clean.”
So I walked where I had dreamed.
Look again...
The cage was built through patterns
Installed at early age.
I bless the lesson, keep the gold,
Release the weather grown too old.
One brave motion starts the sea,
Change arrives through moving me.
Before the old pattern catches me, (Hm hm hm hm hm hm hm hm)
I turn, I lift, I leave.
Before the old pattern names me,
I become what I believe.
(Hm hm hm hm hm hm hm hm)
Storm through the habit,
Storm through the shame.
I move so vividly through the crest
The old story forgets my name.
(Hm hm hm hm hm hm hm hm)
I mistook survival for identity.
I mistook tension for civility
I mistook silence for serenity.
I mistook waiting for promotion.
Tonight I hand the match to water.
Tonight I open every gate.
What exits now with blessings
Creates room for fate.
Break the loop.
Bless the past.
Choose with love.
Change moves fast.
(Fast fast fast)
Break the loop.
Bless the past.
Body remembers
Freedom fast
( fast fast fast)
Before the old pattern catches me,
I turn, I lift, I leave.
Before the old pattern names me,
I become what I believe.
Storm through the habit,
Storm through the shame.
I move so vividly through the crest
The old story forgets my name.
(mm...)
Blue sky... clear flame...
Same world... brighter flame.
Not repeating—
Becoming.
