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Packed my songs, I closed the door,
Took the steps I hadn't climbed before.
A new horizon's in the air,
The pulse of freedom is everywhere.
Boots on wood, the speakers hum,
My pulse finds a steady strum.
This is the place where I belong,
I've been practicing all along.
Red curtains open, spotlights beam,
The crowd becomes a living stream.
I'm finally free to own my name,
No longer hiding, I stake a claim.
Red curtains open, spotlights beam,
The crowd becomes a living stream.
I built my world on solid ground,
I'm not the one who's pushed around.
Boots on wood, the speakers hum,
My pulse finds a steady strum.
This is the place where I belong,
I've been practicing all along.
Red curtains open, spotlights beam,
The crowd becomes a living stream.
I'm finally free to own my name,
No longer hiding, I stake a claim.
Red curtains open, spotlights beam,
The crowd becomes a living stream.
I built my world on solid ground,
I'm not the one who's pushed around.
