I am free. Not the freedom of a bird—it still has to worry about the hawk.Not the freedom of the wind—it’s still pushed by the pressure.
I’ve let go of the parts that were too loud for the soul to handle.I’ve muted the echoes of people who didn't know my melody.I am shorter now. Sweeter. Clearer.
I am free like a radio edit:Stripped of the noise, the static, and the parts that weren't meant for the air.The essence remains, but the heavy parts—the parts that made me hard to listen to—they've been cut.
I’m on a different frequency.And for the first time, I can actually hear the song.
Sometimes we think we need the "extended mix" to be whole.We think the unedited, raw chaos is our truth.But there is a specific, quiet power in being refined.
I am free. Not the freedom of a bird—it still has to worry about the hawk.Not the freedom of the wind—it’s still pushed by the pressure.
I’ve let go of the parts that were too loud for the soul to handle.I’ve muted the echoes of people who didn't know my melody.I am shorter now. Sweeter. Clearer. i_am_free_radio_edit
I am free like a radio edit:Stripped of the noise, the static, and the parts that weren't meant for the air.The essence remains, but the heavy parts—the parts that made me hard to listen to—they've been cut. I am free
I’m on a different frequency.And for the first time, I can actually hear the song. Sweeter
Sometimes we think we need the "extended mix" to be whole.We think the unedited, raw chaos is our truth.But there is a specific, quiet power in being refined.