Fire truck red

(Verse 1)
Firetrucks and rainbows,seeing the world in different colors.
I have a drawer of sticks I like to hold,
A little secret that I never told.
They feel so right, so smooth and still,
A simple comfort, a quiet thrill.
(Pre-Chorus)
I used to twist my hair and hide my hands,
Trying my best to fit into their plans.
I kept the rhythm locked inside my chest,
Always putting my true self to the test.
(Chorus)
But now I’m dancing to the beat of my own drum,
My time to shine has finally come.
I flap my hands and I feel so free,
I feel so beautiful, I feel like me.
(Verse 2)
When I hear the sirens and I see the lights,
The red machines rushing by,
There’s a fire inside that starts to glow,
A surge of energy that has to go.
I have to jump, I have to laugh,
I’m carving out my own golden path.
I shout for joy as they rush by,
Like a monarch wing against the sky.
(Chorus)
Yes, I’m dancing to the beat of my own drum,
My time to shine has finally come.
I flap my hands and I feel so free,
I feel so beautiful, I feel like me.
(Outro)
No more hiding, no more masks to wear,
Just the sunlight and the open air.
With my drawer of sticks, I’m unmasked and free,
Perfectly imperfect, simply being me.

Indie Pop, Country, Inspirational