[Verse 1]
I've spent so many years refining every word I say,
Convincing myself perfection was the only way.
A restless mind that questions if it's heard at all,
But something in the silence finally breaks the wall.
The moon inside my chest has held the tides so long,
And maybe all this feeling is exactly where I'm strong.

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm learning that my healing starts with opening my hands,
That love is not a lesson plan or something I must understand.
The universe was never asking me to earn my place—
It just wanted me to show up, imperfect, full of grace.

[Chorus]
So here I am, unfinished and awake,
With every scar and question I could never shake.
The stars aligned before I took my very first breath,
And I was made for something more than playing it safe till death.
I'm stepping out of hiding now, I'm ready to be seen,
Not who I thought I had to be, but all I've always been.

[Verse 2]
I love in quiet gestures—in the details others miss,
In showing up reliably when chaos takes the wheel.
My heart has built such careful walls from partnerships that stung,
But Saturn taught me patience and my story's not yet sung.
There's fire in my spirit that I've buried underground,
And the cosmos keeps insisting that I let myself be found.

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm learning that my healing starts with trusting my own voice,
That every fork I've wandered down has always been my choice.
The universe was never asking me to prove my worth—
It's been holding me in orbit since before my birth.

[Chorus]
So here I am, unfinished and awake,
With every scar and question I could never shake.
The stars aligned before I took my very first breath,
And I was made for something more than playing it safe till death.
I'm stepping out of hiding now, I'm ready to be seen,
Not who I thought I had to be, but all I've always been.

[Bridge]
I've analyzed the patterns, tried to calculate the risk,
But some things in this life demand a leap into the mist.
My soul is moving toward a version unafraid to lead,
To plant the seeds of independence where connection laid the greed.
The wound that made me doubt myself is teaching me to heal,
And what I thought was brokenness was just learning how to feel.

[Outro]
The curtain's rising now, and I can finally understand—
The universe has held me gently in its open hand.
So let the orchestra swell high, let every note ring true:
I was written in the heavens, and I'm finally breaking through.