[Verse 1] I was small in a place too wide to explain, Hands on the ground, learning shape through the grain, Every short reach was a risk and a win, Whole world measured by the length of my skin. Corners felt taller than anything known, Light on the ceiling, weight in the bones, Knees marked the map where I learned to begin, Moving forward before knowing when. I didn’t need language, I didn’t need proof, Just instinct pulling me under the truth, Every inch earned, every pause a clue, I didn’t know life — but life knew me too. [Verse 2] Now I stand where I used to fall, Perspective grows when you’re seeing it tall, Every step leaves something behind, A version of me I don’t drag with my mind. Shoes on pavement, eyes up ahead, Learning the weight of the things I said, Some paths narrow, some open wide, I learn who I am by the turns I decide. Balance isn’t gifted, it’s practiced and worn, Built from the nights you walk into morn, I don’t rush the ground, I don’t fear the delay, Walking teaches patience the hard-earned way. [Verse 3] Now momentum decides if I hesitate, Days blur past when you move at this rate, Mistakes in the mirror, goals in the glass, No time to stop and argue with past. I move with intent, not trying to flee, Chasing alignment, not speed itself free, Every stride cuts doubt thinner than before, Truth gets louder the less you ignore. I’m not outrunning fear, I’m proving resolve, Some things aren’t solved — they’re evolved, Running shows me what effort reveals, Distance clarifies what standing conceals. [Chorus] Living life isn’t straight or clean, It bends in places you’ve never seen, You break, you build, you realign, Learn to read between the signs. Living life means scars make sense, Only after surviving them, No rewind, no perfect guide, Just forward motion — still alive. [Bridge] I was the child close to the floor, I was the one learning what balance is for, I’m every version that carried the weight, Stacked in time, not erased. Nothing wasted, nothing denied, Every wrong step still qualified, Growth doesn’t cancel who you were, It just sharpens the current blur. [Outro] I don’t need endings to justify pace, I don’t need answers to hold my place, Every chapter breathes on its own, Still connected, still grown. The road keeps shape as I move along, Same direction, different form, No final line, no full stop, Just motion that doesn’t drop. [Outro] I don’t need endings to justify pace, I don’t need answers to hold my place, Every chapter breathes on its own, Still connected, still grown. The road keeps shape as I move along, Same direction, different form, No final line, no full stop, Just motion that doesn’t drop. that doesn’t drop. that doesn’t drop. that doesn't