[Intro]
Yeah — this one's for the ones holdin' in the storm
IBS, Crohn's, Hirschsprung — this is the gut report
No shame, just truth. Listen.
[Verse 1]
Trapped in a torso where the pipeline's on strike,
Constipation blockade, every step feel like a fight.
Cramp hits like iron bands, grip tight, no light,
Bowels like rush-hour on a midnight highway — stuck in plight.
IBS whisperin' mischief, Crohn's flares spark the night,
Hirschsprung — born with nerves gone, fight begins, we ride the fight.
Doctors, meds, scans — we learn the language of the pain,
Invisible scars on the map of our frame.
[Pre-Chorus / Call & Response]
Call: You feel that pressure? Response: I feel it.
Call: You been up at midnight? Response: Still feel it.
Call: We down but not out? Response: Say it loud —
Response (echo): We stand, we vow.
[Chorus]
Blocked up but not broken
Gut aches, still we rise
Silent fighters, loud hearts
We reclaim our lives
We reclaim our lives (earworm)
[Verse 2]
Trials daily — bowels set in cement,
Docs, meds, diets — still the blockage won't relent.
Short breaths, quick steps, every plan's on tent,
Pain in the core, but my hustle keeps me bent.
Some nights I wanna scream, some days I fold,
Invisible illness got a story that's untold.
But I pivot — low-FODMAP plates, warm baths, slow breaths,
Small tools in the kit when the darkness tests.
[Pre-Chorus / Call & Response]
Call: Been through the scans? Response: Been through the lines.
Call: Lost in the cycle? Response: Reclaimin' the time.
Call: You still standing? Response: I still rise.
Response (echo): We reclaim our lives.
[Chorus]
Blocked up but not broken
Gut aches, still we rise
Silent fighters, loud hearts
We reclaim our lives
We reclaim our lives (earworm)
[Bridge]
Small win: a morning with no grip, a sigh turned real relief,
Found a rhythm — stool softener night, pelvic work, brief peace.
Clinic nod, a plan that lands — feels like breaking a chain,
A hot water bottle on the stomach, breathing slow through the pain.
We celebrate the tiny victories, each one a torch at dawn,
From a 2 a.m. relief to a new day where we carry on.
[Outro]
This is the gut war anthem for the fighters in the night,
From IBS to Crohn's, Hirschsprung — we hold the line, we light.
Blocked up but not broken — keep that echo in your mind,
Silent fighters, loud hearts — together we reclaim our lives.
We reclaim our lives (earworm)
Keep your head up. Keep fighting. This one’s for you.
