Paper left behind

Verse 1:

There was a hush in the corner of my mind,

A brittle hush like paper left behind,

I traced the shape with a fingertip of light,

Where doubt had slept through the long, low night.

Pre-Chorus:

Heartbeat like a metronome in a quiet room,

Breathing out the old ghosts to make some space for bloom.

Chorus:

Hold this first sketch of tomorrow like a fragile flame,

Names and edges forming out of sorrow and of claim,

We will learn to read the lines we drew in half-awake,

Turn the tremble into language, let the blank page break.

Verse 2:

I folded edges into promises and seams,

Talked to empty hours as if they had dreams,

Every crooked thought a ladder made of glass,

I climbed a little slower so it wouldn't pass.

Pre-Chorus:

There’s courage in the whisper when the curtains start to move,

A stubborn sort of color waiting only to prove.

Chorus:

Hold this first sketch of tomorrow like a fragile flame,

Names and edges forming out of sorrow and of claim,

We will learn to read the lines we drew in half-awake,

Turn the tremble into language, let the blank page break.

Bridge:

When fear shows up in polished shoes and polite lies,

I’ll show it the small map where my crooked hope lies,

We’ll bargain with the quiet, trade regrets for small designs,

And plant a stubborn orchard where the damaged light aligns.

Verse 3:

Now the room is full of sketches pinned like vows,

Ink that once was trembling finds the hows,

I stitch the edges with the silver of a dare,

And let the new idea out into the open air.

Chorus:

Hold this first sketch of tomorrow like a fragile flame,

Names and edges forming out of sorrow and of claim,

We will learn to read the lines we drew in half-awake,

Turn the tremble into language, let the blank page break.

Outro:

Keep the flame against the dark, remember where it came,

A first sketch of tomorrow is only called a name.