I saw the storm behind your eyes
Felt the weight you try to hide
But your cracks let the light pour through
No masks no shields no grand disguise
It's in your truth where your power lies
You being you
That's the magic breaking through
No mirrors no smoke
Just the fire you stoke
You being you
Is the most beautiful view
The world tries to dim
What shines so bright
Whispers lies about wrong and right
But you hold steady like the moon
You being you
That's the magic breaking through
No mirrors no smoke
Just the fire you stoke
You being you
Is the most beautiful view
No need for painted skies
Your colors are untamed
No need for perfect lines
Your beauty breaks the frame
