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Hmmmm... mine to hold.
Hmmmm... mine to hold.

I always said tomorrow, tomorrow knew my name,
I gave my heart to everyone and loved them all the same.
Then last night in the mirror, like a man meets his match,
I met my own eyes burning, and this time I stared back.

Enough of someday, enough of one day, enough of soon,
my blood is drumming, drumming, and it's drumming out a tune.
It's drumming louder, louder, like it's calling out my name:
I'm done with only watching, I'm stepping in the game.

Fire in my chest, lightning down my spine,
I feel the morning fill my lungs, I feel the light begin to shine.
Piece by piece it's falling into place: this moment is truly mine.

I know the art of caring, the art of giving room,
I planted springs in other lives and watched them come to bloom.
I've carried worlds upon my shoulders, never missed a beat,
now all that strength comes home to me, from my head down to my feet.

This morning in the quiet light, like a queen meets her crown,
I met my own eyes shining, and I did not look down.
And all the love I gave away was never given wrong:
it taught me how to hold a life, and now I hold my own.

Fire in my chest, shivers down my spine,
I feel the morning fill my lungs, I feel the light begin to shine.
Piece by piece it's falling into place: this moment is truly mine.

The one I was waiting for is me.

Mine to hold, mine to hold,
this life, this fire, this morning gold.
I am right on time,
every heartbeat mine,
mine to hold, mine to hold.

I choose me. I choose me.
Not tomorrow. Now.
Grateful for the breath, for the rhythm, for the glow,
every part of me is here, and I let it show.
Grateful for it all, for the fire and the gold,
every step was leading me to what is mine to hold.

The one I was waiting for is me.

They wrote her off at forty-five,
she filed it with a smile.
Been running teams and running homes,
been ready all the while.
The kids are grown, the storms are known,
her hands are steady now.
Twenty years of holding worlds,
she doesn't need to tell you how.

Every fire she walked through
turned to light inside her veins.
Golden hour, golden mind,
she was built for more than staying in her lane.

This is the golden bloom,
not a fade, a second fire.
Every year I've ever lived
is fuel to take me higher.
I know what I bring,
I say what I see.
This is the golden bloom,
and the best of me is free.

I am the calm in the room,
I am the plan on the wall.
I ran a world before breakfast,
I can carry it all.
So save your talk of slowing down,
I've only hit my stride.
All the energy I gave away
is coming back inside.

Every no I ever swallowed
turned to power in my chest.
Golden hour, golden mind,
now watch me give you my best.

Not done... just getting started.
Watch me bloom, watch me rise.
Not done... just getting started,
all this power, finally mine.

This is the golden bloom,
and I'm just getting started.