[Intro — Spoken over distant choir] They wrote my ending before God finished the sentence. I walked into the darkness carrying my own destruction… But Heaven followed me in. (You brought me out…) [Verse 1 — Controlled, reflective delivery] Born where the sirens sang lullabies through the night, Foster homes, shifting rooms—I was searching for light. Every goodbye left a brick in the walls of my chest, So I learned to call surviving the same thing as rest. Kept the hurt undercover, let the anger perform, While depression built a weapon out of every internal storm. Then the smoke filled the room, time froze in the flame, Blood wrote a question, but God answered my name. Skull opened, world broken, machines keeping rhythm, Doctors counted the damage—Heaven counted the mission. Had to learn how to walk, had to learn how to speak, Had to fight for each word when my body felt weak. But the breath in my lungs was a message from grace: "You are more than the worst thing that happened in this place." Death reached for my future, but the Lord intervened— The grave had my picture, never had custody of me. [Pre-Chorus — Choir building] I went down with a wound, came back with a calling, Twenty-four years later, I can still hear Him talking. What the enemy buried, God raised from the pain— The grave had my body, but it lost my name. [Chorus — Full choir and drums] The grave lost my name! (Lost my name!) God reached through the fire and rewrote my fate. Chains hit the ground when I walked through the gate; They said, "Impossible"—I said, "I'm possible by faith." The grave lost my name! (Thank You, Lord!) Every scar is a witness, every breath brings praise. I was sentenced by darkness, but delivered by grace— The grave lost my name when the Savior called me awake. [Verse 2 — Harder drums, sharper cadence] Steel doors, cold floors, years carved in the wall, Seen strong men lose hope when they stopped getting calls. I was trapped with my past and the sound of that shot, Every night asking God why He left me to rot. But correction became the construction of vision; He was building a servant in the belly of prison. I found truth in the Word when the world called me done, Saw the cell couldn't block what was coming from the Son. Learned patience from pressure, learned faith without sight, Learned a man can find freedom while locked up at night. Every Proverbs verse sharpened the edge of my mind; Every Psalm put a lamp where the sun couldn't shine. I wasn't buried in concrete—I was planted beneath it, Growing roots through repentance till my spirit could breathe it. When those gates finally opened, I carried no shame— Just a testimony screaming that the grave lost my name. [Chorus — Bigger choir] The grave lost my name! (Lost my name!) God reached through the fire and rewrote my fate. Chains hit the ground when I walked through the gate; They said, "Impossible"—I said, "I'm possible by faith." The grave lost my name! (Thank You, Lord!) Every scar is a witness, every breath brings praise. I was sentenced by darkness, but delivered by grace— The grave lost my name when the Savior called me awake. [Bridge — Drums drop; piano and heartbeat] No house could define me. No cell could confine me. No wound could erase what the Father designed me To carry—to speak—to declare through the pain: If Heaven still calls you, the grave cannot claim you. [Verse 3 — Triumphant rise] Now I guard crowded gates while God guards my soul, Working nights, writing light, still pursuing the goal. I've slept under canvas with a job and a dream, Learning dignity ain't measured by the things people see. I've been homeless, not hopeless—there's a difference in spirit; When you've heard God whisper, every demon can hear it. Recovery gave me a reason to reach for the lost, Tell 'em grace may be free, but redemption had cost. So I write for the addict who believes it's too late, For the prisoner convinced he'll forever be caged, For the child without family who feels thrown away, For the man staring down at his weapon today: Put it down—there is purpose your pain cannot see; If God reconstructed this broken man, He can rebuild thee. My lungs are still breathing, so I'm praising His name— Heaven ain't finished, and the grave lost its claim. [Chorus — Double-time drums, full orchestra] The grave lost my name! (Lost my name!) God reached through the fire and rewrote my fate. Chains hit the ground when I walked through the gate; They said, "Impossible"—I said, "I'm possible by faith." The grave lost my name! (Glory to God!) Every scar is a witness, every breath brings praise. I was sentenced by darkness, but delivered by grace— The grave lost my name when the Savior called me awake. [Outro — Choir a cappella] He called me by name… He carried my pain… What darkness pronounced… His mercy overruled.