Lyrics: 

[Verse 1]
I kept my kindness blunted, filed down to fit the room,
til the room grew teeth and called itself a womb.
You measured my worth by the quiet of my throat,
then sold me a raft with holes for a boat.
I traced the fault lines running under your grace—
contracts in cursive carved into my face.
A lifeline shouldn’t be a leash on the wrist;
I bit through the braid when the rope turned to fist.

[Pre-Chorus]
I won’t be the soft place your violence lands,
not the velvet beneath your iron plans.
If mercy has bones, let it keep them intact—
I’m done bleeding for your sacred act.

[Chorus]
So I grow claws where you trimmed me thin,
anchors in the cliff when the earth caves in.
I won’t beg the storm to change its laws—
I’ll climb its ribs with open claws.
If love is a shelter, let it hold, not bind;
if trust has a door, let it open from both sides.
I won’t scratch for permission from your cause—
these walls will learn my name by my claws~!!!

[Verse 2]
You called my boundaries “barbed” when they cut your demand,
yet wore a crown of thorns and said it was “the plan.”
You sanctified harm with the right kind of light,
but holiness breaks where it hides what it bites.
I kept receipts inked under the skin—
ledgers of nights I refused to give in.
When “peace” was a muzzle, and “care” was a cage,
I learned to spell “freedom” in bone and in rage.

[Pre-Chorus]
If truth is a field, I’ll harvest it raw—
no more pruning the thorn to flatter the law.
If hope is a ladder, let each rung be real;
no painted ascent, no counterfeit steel.

[Chorus]
So I grow claws where you trimmed me thin,
anchors in the cliff when the earth caves in.
I won’t beg the storm to change its laws—
I’ll climb its ribs with open claws.
If love is a shelter, let it hold, not bind;
if trust has a door, let it open from both sides.
I won’t scratch for permission from your cause—
these walls will learn my name by my claws~!!!!

[Bridge]
If grief is a coastline, then time is the tide—
it takes and it gives, but it will not decide.
I plant my fingers in the granite of dawn,
and pull the whole day up like a song.

Hold—hold—hold the stone.

Home—home—home in bone.

YOUR GENTLENESS WAS A GLOVE FOR THE KNIFE.
I’M DONE HIDING THE BLOOD THAT PROVES I’M ALIVE.

[Final Chorus]
So I grow claws where I once grew doubt,
grip in the gale till the thunder runs out.
If love lights a fire, let it warm these flaws—
not remake me smooth, but honor the claws.
I won’t beg the storm to change its laws—
I’ll climb its ribs with open claws.
When you call it “order” while you tighten your jaws—
I’ll keep my throat,
and keep my claws...

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