They didn’t teach me how to be strong It was the hard way, with pain all the time I learned that time will never wait And life isn't always light gray I stumbled over the choices I made I fell, I got up, without a guide, without waiting Every scar I carry on my skin Is a living page of the book I'm in No recipe, no perfect plan Just inner faith and observant eyes The internal map, the silent impulse Life teaches without a script to survive There is no manual to be me Just a heart trained by what it had to be Through the falls, the dreams, the hurricane I will call out, with or without the frame I got lost inside my crowded mind I faced my ghosts under natural light But, in the silence, calm arrived I discovered that love is always there Now I write with my soul as ink Without fear of failure, without a need to please I am a work in progress, unfinished But each of my verses knows its address If pain knocks at my door I'll brew some coffee, let it in But I won't let it move inside Life is calling and I have strength There is no manual to be me Just a heart trained by what it had to be Through the falls, the dreams, the hurricane I will call out, with or without the frame With or without the frame With or without the frame