I'm lifting off
By Tom Elliott
I’m lifting off
By Tom Elliott
Verse 1:
Under the cloak of midnight, I stumbled on my own path,
Dodging bruises, wrestling with the chaos, but still—didn’t walk away.
Every salty tear, each face-first crash, just hammered in some backbone,
And in that hush? My own melody started playing in my bones.
Chorus:
I’m lifting off, rising from the wreckage and the burn,
Snapping off the chains that kept me dripping in the downpour.
Every shaky stride pulls me closer to the sun,
I’m flipping the script on all the shadows that tried to eat me alive.
Verse 2:
Heartbreak—yeah, it left fingerprints, branded right inside,
But there’s no way I’m letting it swipe my swagger.
Thunder crashing, rain coming sideways, I just learned to plant my feet,
And when the dust finally settles, I’m the one standing—bet on it.
Chorus:
I’m lifting off, rising from the wreckage and the burn,
Snapping off the chains that kept me dripping in the downpour.
Every shaky stride pulls me closer to the sun,
I’m flipping the script on all the shadows that tried to eat me alive.
Verse 3:
Now hope’s burning—tiny lighthouse in the dead of night,
I’ve busted loose, wings wide, chasing new horizons.
All the wild dreams and crazy schemes? Right there, just a reach away,
With a calm blooming in my chest, finally, I breathe easy.
Bridge:
Each scar’s a badge, a wild tale stamped on my skin,
Every scrape is proof of the fights I’ve survived.
In the mirror, I spot a battle-tested survivor,
And, deep down, I know—yeah, I’ve carved out my own place.
Chorus:
I’m lifting off, rising from the wreckage and the burn,
Snapping off those chains, leaving the storm in the rearview.
Every step—wobbly or bold—pulls me closer to the sun,
I’m beating back the darkness that once ran my life.
