Verse 1

I learned to count before I learned to dream

Keep every wish inside a careful seam

A little voice would tell me, “Don’t ask why”

I wore its rules like weather passing by

Pre-Chorus

But I can name the stories I was handed

And choose a different page to write

Chorus

Money, meet me in the open

I release the fear I’ve carried

I can earn, receive, and grow

Let my choices show

I am worthy, I am ready

I can build a life that’s steady

With an open heart and mind

There is room for me to thrive