Verse 1

There’s a voice inside that never sleeps,

Keeps whispering who I’m supposed to be.

Says I’m made of stories, wounds, and names,

Keeps me chasing shadows I can’t tame.

But somewhere deeper than the rising fear,

There’s a stillness calling, soft and clear—

A truth untouched by victories or loss,

A quiet self beneath the noise and thoughts.

Pre-Chorus

And when the pain tries pulling me back down,

I hear the echo of a wiser sound…

Chorus

I am not the storm, I am the sky.

Not the wounded tale, but the Light behind.

I am the space where all things rise and fall—

The quiet behind the noise, the witness to it all.

And when the world divides in fear and fight,

I choose the path of presence, I choose the Now tonight.

Let a new earth rise in me, let the old illusions die—

I am the sky.

Verse 2

I used to cling to every role I played,

Thought my worth was in the masks I made.

Thought love was something earned through pain,

And every loss meant something in me fades.

But freedom lives where the ego ends,

Where the heart no longer breaks to bend.

Where every moment opens like a door,

And “enough” isn’t something I chase anymore.

Pre-Chorus

There’s a light that only shines when I let go,

And now it guides me everywhere I go…

Chorus

I am not the storm, I am the sky.

Not the wounded tale, but the Light behind.

I am the space where all things rise and fall—

The quiet behind the noise, the witness to it all.

And when the world divides in fear and fight,

I choose the path of presence, I choose the Now tonight.

Let a new earth rise in me, let the old illusions die—

I am the sky.

Bridge

And if the pain-body wakes in the dark of night,

I’ll watch it burn its flame, but I won’t ignite.

I’ll breathe and let the moment show me where I stand—

Not a trembling story, but a vast and open land.

We change the world not by force or by demand,

But by waking up to who we truly are…

And offering that light to every broken heart.

Final Chorus

I am not the storm, I am the sky.

Not the fleeting form, but the soul inside.

I am the breath beneath the rise and fall—

The quiet behind the noise, the witness to it all.

And when the world forgets its sacred ties,

I’ll hold the torch of presence, lift it to the night.

Let a new world live in me, let the sleeping truth arise—

I am the sky…

I am the sky.