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Mine to Claim 1 by Gurmessaa

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Mine to Claim 1

Pop-Rock,female vocals

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Lyrics
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[Verse 1]
Left with a frayed map and one last name,
A subway token, a suitcase with a burned-out flame.
I walked past a broken streetlight on 3rd and Clay,
Humming lullabies the radio forgot to play.
A scar on my knuckle from a night I wouldn't stay—
It tells the story when my memory slips away.
[Pre-Chorus]
I traded comfort for a crooked skyline,
Counting faith in coffee rings and midnight signs.
The world asked, "Which way?" and I replied, "Mine."
Because this journey's mine to claim, line by line.
[Chorus]
This journey's mine to claim, I won't fold the page,
I'll steer by the constellations of my own outrage.
No more whispers that try to reframe—
I push through the tremor, I stake my name.
I light my lantern, I call the flame,
This journey's mine to claim.
[Verse 2]
Midway, the train stopped, the conductor drove away;
A postcard from a burned bridge: "Sorry," in shorthand gray.
Lost the suit, lost the title, the contract on the floor,
The city closed its shutters and the landlord shut the door.
I almost took the easy turn—back to the room with frost—
But I folded up the map and counted what I'd lost.
[Pre-Chorus]
Rain sketched maps on the window where I used to dream,
Promises like paper boats pulled under by the stream.
I could have stayed ashore, but something brighter came:
That stubborn little voice that said, "This journey's mine to claim."
[Chorus]
This journey's mine to claim, I won't fold the page,
I'll steer by the constellations of my own outrage.
No more whispers that try to reframe—
I push through the tremor, I stake my name.
I light my lantern, I call the flame,
This journey's mine to claim.
[Bridge]
At dawn a folded letter slipped from a coat I hadn't worn,
Ink bleeding like a map of every place I was reborn.
"Keep walking," it read, in a hand I'd learned to trust,
And through the alleyway a lighthouse blinked above the dust.
A stranger tipped his hat and said, "You keep the light you find—
It's borrowed from the bravest parts you left behind."
That single sentence unzipped the dark in me,
I traded doubt for direction and a clearer melody.
[Final Chorus]
This journey's mine to claim — now I can say I have risen,
The frayed map stitched with truth, the old scars reassigned, realigned with vision.
The whispers turned to wind that carries me along,
I’ve learned the chords; I finally sing my own strong song.
I hold the lantern high; I name the flame—
This journey's mine to claim, I have risen.
[Outro]
Frayed map folded into a pocket, worn but whole,
A lighthouse in my pocket and a name I own.
This journey was mine to claim, and it made me brave—
I walked it, learned its edges, and I kept what it gave.