I left my name on the floor. By the door in pieces Barefoot, cold in the ash. Counting all my breaches. Your shadow wore my face. Like a ring in winter.
But I knew that hollow sound. When you called me “believer”.
I bent. I bled. I stayed too long. Now I hear it clear. That old weak song.
I am mine again. I am mine again. Call the storm, I stand. I am mine again. I am mine again. I am mine again. What you took from me. Now returns as flame.
There’s a bruise under my ribs. That learned my survival. Every scar became a gate. Every tear a revival. I wore your heavy house. Like a chain I cherished. Now I lay it down slow. Watch the old fear perish.
I rose. I broke. I found my vow. My hands are steady. Listen now.
I am mine again. I am mine again. Call the storm, I stand. I am mine again. I am mine again. I am mine again. What you took from me. Now returns as flame.
Let the dark name me. I will answer louder. Let the rain break hard. I become the thunder. No more kneeling. No more borrowing breath. I was never gone. I was buried, yes.
I am mine again. I am mine again. Call the storm, I stand. I am mine again. I am mine again. I am mine again. What you took from me. Now returns as flame. I am mine again. I am mine again. Mine in the ruin. Mine in the rain.
