Lyrics: Valdenir Martins de Brito
Music: Valdenir Martins de Brito
Verse 1
I wrote my doubts inside a journal,
Pages heavy like a winter storm.
But every flaw that made me tremble
Became the shape that keeps me warm.
Pre-Chorus
Maybe the mess was a map.
Maybe breaking led me back.
Chorus
There’s gold in the mess I am,
Not perfect — but I still stand.
If the world wants something new,
I’ll start by being true.
Verse 2
I carried fears like second skin,
Believing loss meant I couldn’t win.
But now I rise from what fell apart,
Each broken piece rewrites my heart.
Pre-Chorus
Maybe the mess was a map.
Maybe breaking led me back.
Chorus
There’s gold in the mess I am,
Not perfect — but I still stand.
If the world wants something new,
I’ll start by being true.
Bridge
I won’t hide what shaped my name,
I learned to walk through every flame.
If beauty grows from fractured lines,
Then all my cracks are redesigned.
Final Chorus
There’s gold in the mess I am,
Not perfect — but I still stand.
If the world wants something new,
I’ll start by being true.
Outro
Gold in the mess… I am.