PROD.by.MDWhite - The Art of Becoming Lyrics

I've been a blank page, a story untold,
A canvas of shadows, a heart made of gold.
Each step I take, a brush in my hand,
Painting a life I don't yet understand.

Some call it chaos, I call it growth,
Breaking the rules, creating my oath.
This masterpiece is far from done,
Every stroke's a battle, every flaw's the sun.

This is the art of becoming, the dance of the real,
A symphony of scars and the wounds that heal.
Not the person I was, or the one I'll be,
But the beauty of breaking and setting me free.

There's no map for the roads I tread,
No script to follow, no lines to be read.
I build as I go, I learn from the cracks,
The courage to fall, the strength to come back.

Each moment's a color, bright and bold,
A masterpiece that never grows old.
The picture's changing, and that's the key,
To finding the soul that belongs to me.

This is the art of becoming, the dance of the real,
A symphony of scars and the wounds that heal.
Not the person I was, or the one I'll be,
But the beauty of breaking and setting me free.

I see the layers, raw and true,
Every piece a part of the view.
Each trial a brushstroke, each tear a hue,
Creating the me that's breaking through.

No need for perfect, no need for pride,
This is my journey, my life to guide.
Through light and shadow, I claim my place,
A living portrait of endless grace.

This is the art of becoming, the dance of the real,
A symphony of scars and the wounds that heal.
Not the person I was, or the one I'll be,
But the beauty of breaking and setting me free.

So here I stand, a masterpiece in bloom,
A soul unafraid to carve its own tune.
This is my story, my chance to be,
The art of becoming-the art of me.