Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Morning leans on my window Tea cooling in my quiet hands Your sweater on the old chair Dust dancing like tiny fans [Chorus] Singing birds on three falling branches You said “love is learning to let go” Flowers in the wind Second chances Blowing through the places we call home Singing birds on three falling branches Hold on Then you watch them roam [Verse 2] You traced maps on the table Circling all the lives we’d live I laughed Said “we are not able” You smiled like you still believed [Chorus] Singing birds on three falling branches You said “love is learning to let go” Flowers in the wind Second chances Blowing through the places we call home Singing birds on three falling branches Hold on Then you watch them roam [Bridge] If they stay They never learn the sky If they leave We never learn the why I water all the wilted plans we made Watch them lean Then lift Then fade [Chorus] Singing birds on three falling branches You said “love is learning to let go” Flowers in the wind Second chances Blowing through the places we call home Singing birds on three falling branches Hold on Then you watch them roam
Tags
Tender indie-folk ballad with nylon-string guitar and soft piano, intimate male vocals. Verses stay sparse and close-mic’d; chorus adds light strings, brushed kit, and airy harmonies. Gentle build through the bridge, then a hushed final hook with lingering reverb.
Duration
3:04
Instrumental
No
Created
4/1/2026