[Verse] Woke up in a quiet room, morning light through blinds, Found an old worn jacket hanging, lost in faded lines. Stuck inside a denim pocket, something small and sharp, A spark of what I used to be, a quiet beating heart. [Pre-Chorus] Dust it off, it’s calling out my name, A whisper in the silence, feeling not the same. [Chorus] Here in this faded fabric, I find my way back home, Lost courage wrapped in threads I thought I’d never own. Hold it close, a secret fire, warm beneath the cold, In a thrifted denim pocket, I’m brave, I’m bold. [Verse] Walking down forgotten streets, with shadows at my feet, That little spark inside my hand makes my fear retreat. Not just a memory, but something real and clear, A voice that says “keep moving,” chasing doubt and fear. [Pre-Chorus] Dust it off, it’s calling out my name, A whisper in the silence, feeling not the same. [Chorus] Here in this faded fabric, I find my way back home, Lost courage wrapped in threads I thought I’d never own. Hold it close, a secret fire, warm beneath the cold, In a thrifted denim pocket, I’m brave, I’m bold. [Bridge] Sometimes you find the pieces where you least expect, A little worn reminder that you can reconnect. So I’ll wear this second skin, and I’ll face the night, With a quiet kind of courage tucked inside the light. [Chorus] Here in this faded fabric, I find my way back home, Lost courage wrapped in threads I thought I’d never own. Hold it close, a secret fire, warm beneath the cold, In a thrifted denim pocket, I’m brave, I’m bold. [Outro] In a thrifted denim pocket, I’m brave, I’m bold.