I’ve never written a song just for me,
Always sang about how others made me be.
So here’s one about the life I’m living on,
Chasing quiet moments where the peace belongs.
The week slips away, Sundays just pass,
sometimes I stay quiet, let those moments last
Reading again, not just running away,
Not just staying busy to escape the day.
Doing the things that feel honest and true,
Finding myself in the small things I do
I used to hold on to every tiny scar,
Searching for the meaning in a broken star.
Now I breathe out, let the small things slide,
Choose the light that lives on the other side.
I don’t cry over scraps, I let them fall away,
Stopped wasting hours on what won’t stay.
Letting go isn’t big, it’s a quiet art,
Nothing matters more than my genuine heart.
Stopped searching for answers I’ll never need,
Started exploring the life I can lead.