I lived through the silence, through every storm I braved,
I danced in the ashes of dreams I could have saved.
With cracks in my voice, I still shouted my name—
a hymn for the lost, for the wild, the untamed.
I tasted the failure, drank tears like wine,
then lit up the dark with these sparks of mine.
If tomorrow forgets me, let this flame survive:
I lived, I lived, I lived—alive.