I’ve been a stranger in my own hallways
Walking past the mirrors with my eyes turned low
Memorizing every debt I thought I owed to the world
While the garden in my chest began to overgrow
I spent so long trying to be the shape of their shadows
That I forgot how it felt to just stand in the sun

But today I’m laying down the heavy armor
I’m forgiving the girl who didn’t know her way
It’s not a finish line, it’s just a quiet opening
A slow-motion promise that I’m here to stay
I am the house, the hearth, and the holy ground
Finally listening to my own heart’s sound

It’s a soft revolution, a silent decree
To finally be kind to the person in me

Check the pulse, yeah, the rhythm is mine
I stopped waiting for a green light or a sign
Broken pieces?
Yeah, I’ve got a few
But I’m gluing them together into something new
Gold in the cracks, making patterns in the dark
I’m the one who’s gotta carry the spark

I’m my own best friend, my own loudest fan
Building up a life with my two bare hands
Don’t need a crown to know I’m the queen of the room
Watch the whole desert start to come into bloom
It’s high-voltage love, it’s a permanent glow
And I’m never gonna let my own fire go