Hakuna matata

*Hakuna matata, what a wonderful phrase Hakuna matata, ain't no passin' craze It means no worries for the rest of your days It's our problem-free philosophy* Hakuna matata Why chase every scar? Some nights leave you wounded Some prayers leave a mark But peace starts breathin’ When you stop fightin’ who you are Hakuna matata, what a wonderful phrase No more livin’ chained to the weight of yesterday Ain’t a passin’ craze when your soul been through the blaze Learned healing takes time, grace, truth, and better days It means no worries, not denial of the pain Just no longer lettin’ trauma keep conductin’ every train Used to hide storms behind a smile and a fade Now I let the light hit every wound that I became Problem-free philosophy? Nah, life still gets rough But I don’t let bitterness convince me I’m not enough Every scar got a story, every loss taught somethin’ And the heart starts healin’ the moment you stop runnin’ Hakuna matata, what a wonderful phrase Hakuna matata, ain't no passin' craze It means no worries for the rest of your days It's our problem-free philosophy Used to wear my anger like armor on my chest Smile for the world while anxiety wrecked the rest Now I talk to God when the pressure gets heavy Learnin’ peace ain’t passive — it’s trustin’ and stayin’ steady Hakuna matata, I finally understand Healing ain’t forgettin’, it’s releasin’ what you can Some people break bitter, some people break free I chose to let the pain rebuild the man in me 🎶 Hakuna matata, what a wonderful phrase Hakuna matata, ain't no passin' craze It means no worries for the rest of your days It's our problem-free philosophy _Hakuna matata, but I keep the dust on my sandals Remind me of the valley where God drew out the scandal Where pride got broken, where knees learned to bend low Where I traded my plans for the peace only He knows_ _Used to run from the mirror, couldn’t face who I’d become ‘Til the Father pulled me closer, said “Son, the war’s been won” Not by your fists, not by flesh, not by how hard you fight But by grace that found you bleeding in the middle of the night_ _Hakuna matata, it’s surrender, not escape It’s scars turned to altars when I finally gave Him space Every hardship was a chisel, every loss refined the clay God humbled me, then held me, and taught me how to pray_ _No worries now — not ‘cause life don’t cut and sting But ‘cause the same hand that broke me is the hand that holds the King Hakuna matata, it’s my testimony stained In the blood that washed me, and the dirt that kept me sane_