I was not made for silence, nor built for fear,Not crafted to wander, not placed to disappear.There’s fire in my bones, a storm in my chest,A call to rise, to break, to manifest.
They told me to wait, to move with the tide,To play it safe, to run and to hide.But purpose is ruthless, it doesn’t ask “when,”It knocks down the walls, it refuses to bend
I see the warriors, the ones who believed,Who walked through the fire and still did not bleed.Moses with a staff, Joseph in chains,Yet purpose prevailed—it burned through the pain.
David held stones, a king in disguise,Esther stood bold with death in her eyes.Paul shook the chains, turned prisons to light,Jesus embraced the cross for purpose was right.
So I will not falter, I will not flee,I was made for a mission, divinely set free.No more excuses, no slumber, no doubt,I step into purpose—I’m breaking out!