6d • General Discussion
Dance Was My Weapon — A Song from Chapter 5
In Chapter 5: Facing the Real Fight of my book Living Strong: The Power of Defining Moments, I share about the battles inside me — the doubts, the fears, the regrets — and how they shaped the person I am today.
One of the unexpected weapons I discovered in those battles was dance.
For years, dance became my escape. My therapy. My identity. When the noise inside me was too loud, when grief cut too deep, when I couldn’t find words to say what I was feeling, I moved. And movement saved me.
Dance wasn’t about applause or spotlight. It was survival. Every beat, every step, every turn was a way to fight off despair, to push through pain, to rise again.
That’s why this song was born: Dance Was My Weapon. It’s not just about me. It’s about the universal truth that when we pour ourselves into creativity — whether it’s music, writing, art, or movement — we find a way to keep going.
Lyrics: Dance Was My Weapon
Verse 1
When the world felt heavy, when the nights got long,
I found my escape in rhythm and song.
Every step was a battle, every beat was a shield,
Every move that I made was a wound being healed.
I turned all my pain into motion and sound,
A way to keep rising when life knocked me down.
Chorus
Dance was my weapon, my voice, my fight,
Turning my darkness into light.
Every turn, every leap, every breath I take,
Proves I’m unbroken, I will not break.
Verse 2
We all need a language when words disappear,
A way to keep moving through struggle and fear.
For some it is music, for others it’s art,
For me it was rhythm that carried my heart.
It wasn’t perfection, it wasn’t a show,
It was proof of my spirit refusing to go.
Chorus
Dance was my weapon, my voice, my fight,
Turning my darkness into light.
Every turn, every leap, every breath I take,
Proves I’m unbroken, I will not break.
Bridge
When the silence was heavy, when the pain was too real,
I found in the motion the courage to heal.
Every beat in my chest, every step on the floor,
Reminded my soul it was made to soar.
Final Chorus
Dance was my weapon, my voice, my fight,
Turning my darkness into light.
Every turn, every leap, every breath I take,
Proves I’m unbroken, I will not break.
Yeah, I’m unbroken, I will not break.
The Living Strong Lesson
We all face storms that threaten to silence us. But silence doesn’t have to win. We can find our own “dance” — our art, our voice, our way of moving through pain and transforming it into light.
Living Strong means discovering your weapon — not for destruction, but for survival, healing, and hope. For me, that weapon was dance. For you, it might be something else. Whatever it is, use it. Let it remind you: You are unbroken. You will not break.
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