vocals - Patricia BK Daniel lyrics & music - Zeph E Daniel Finding the trade route, I set my own course, No borrowed compass, no borrowed source. Across the desert, I keep my own pace, No outside hand, no borrowed place. I stand alone, but I don’t lose my voice, No crowd to carry me, I still make my choice. I read the stars like a map in my hands, No borrowed law, no borrowed lands. If they call it wrong, I call it mine, I keep my shape beyond their line. No time to bend, no need to hide, I carry my name like a blade at my side. I am not who they think they see, I move by truth, and it moves through me. They want a version that fits their frame, A neat little mask with a softer name. But I was done with the split in two, Done with the script they wrote for you. I know what you say can sound true But that design was never real So I step past the fence, past the line they drew, And let my own pulse tell me what to do. Time out, out of time, No tomorrow on this line. I will take them, I will break them, I will forget, I will forge ahead in directions you may never guess. If they call it wrong, I call it mine, I keep my shape beyond their line. No time to bend, no need to hide, I carry my name like a blade at my side. I am not who they think they see, I move by truth, and it moves through me. Finding the trade route, I set my own course, I leave no shadow of an outside source.
