[Intro]
Sketch my breaths in pencil lines, like mornings drawn in haze
A kid’s small hands tracing suns, in the margins of old days
[Verse 1]
I start with a crayon heart, a shaky map of home
A hallway of chalk-drawn doors that led me to roam
I fell in love with colors, though fear wore a quiet face
Learning to redraw my fears, replacing them with grace
[Pre-Chorus]
Every mistake a shade that fades, a guideline to a brighter view
I canton of lines becoming me, one frame at a time, it’s true
[Chorus]
Draw my life, line by line, beginnings soft and clear
From scribbles to a voice that found its own frontier
Hear the hush of a fresh page, hopeful, brave, and free
I’m still sketching, still becoming, but I’m here, I’m me
[Verse 2]
Middle chapters in the margins where the weather changed the scene
A classroom clock, a bus stop, a laugh that chased the dream
Pocketful of memories, folded like a map I keep
For every downbeat moment, a sunrise I can keep
[Pre-Chorus]
Crayons fade and pencils wear, but the outline holds its flame
I add a bridge of courage, colors joining as I claim
[Chorus]
Draw my life, line by line, beginnings soft and clear
From scribbles to a voice that found its own frontier
Hear the hush of a fresh page, hopeful, brave, and free
I’m still sketching, still becoming, but I’m here, I’m me
[Bridge]
If the ink runs out, I’ll borrow dawns to fill the space
Start again with simple shapes, a room, a smiling face
Every breath is a contour learning how to breathe
The portrait grows with mercy, the quiet faith it leaves
[Chorus]
Draw my life, line by line, beginnings soft and clear
From scribbles to a voice that found its own frontier
Hear the hush of a fresh page, hopeful, brave, and free
I’m still sketching, still becoming, but I’m here, I’m me
[Outro]
So I trace the final strokes, a line that won’t withdraw
A life sketched with imperfect grace, a truth I’m learning how
To hold the pen, to risk the scene, to glow in every shade
Drawn from where I started, toward the light I’ve made
