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.