(Still here)
(Still here)

They only hear you when the room gets loud,
But I learned how to stand in the quiet crowd.
Hands stayed steady, knees stayed bent,
I didn’t fold when the feeling went.

Some prayers whispered, not performed,
Some faith held after hope felt worn.
I didn’t win big, didn’t lose my way,
Just kept my name when it started to shake.

I don’t need the echo,
I don’t need the sign.
If the light stays low,
I’ll still shine.

I’m still here,
When the choir fades out.
Still here,
When the noise dies down.
If nobody sings it back to me now,
I’m still here—
I don’t need the crowd.

I’ve seen belief turn into a show,
Seen truth bend just to sell a moment.
I kept mine clean, kept it close,
Didn’t trade it just to feel promoted.

Some days faith looked like staying put,
Some days strength was misunderstood.
If that’s lonely, I learned the cost,
I’d rather be real than get lost.

I’m still here,
When the choir fades out.
Still here,
When the noise dies down.
If nobody sings it back to me now,
I’m still here—
I don’t need the crowd.

(Still here)
(Hold on)
(Still here)
(Hold on)

I’m still here,
No hands raised now.
Still here,
Feet on the ground.
If belief ever had a sound—
It’s me still standing
When the choir fades out.

That was never for show.