A Life Like Mine

I kept waiting for a reason

Written somewhere in the stars,

Something larger than my sorrow,

Something worthy of these scars.

I thought purpose was a calling

Only chosen people heard,

A cathedral full of thunder,

A divine and perfect word.

{intimate piano, ambient room noise,

vulnerable female vocal} But no voice came through the ceiling.

No great map appeared in gold.

Only questions in the quiet: “What would make you want to grow?”

Maybe I was never missing

One enormous hidden sign.

Maybe meaning isn’t found.

Maybe meaning is designed.

{restrained cello swells, low synth bass enters} I want a life that

feels like mine, Not one I only tolerate.

A life with room to change direction,

Room to love and room to make.

I want mornings I can welcome,

I want nights I don’t just fight.

I want something more than breathing.

I want reasons to feel alive.

No perfect fate. No grand design.

Just something honest I can find.

A life I build with open eyes— A life that finally feels

like mine. {soaring female vocal,

full band lift begins} Maybe purpose is the music

I was frightened to create.

Maybe purpose is the person

Who feels heard because I stayed.

Maybe purpose is a garden,

Or a city I explore,

Or forgiving my reflection

Every time I close the door.

Maybe it is helping someone

Find the words I never had.

Maybe it is laughing loudly Without waiting to feel bad.

{added clean guitar, growing drums} I don’t need to save the whole

world To deserve my place in time.

I can make one corner warmer.

I can call that reason mine.

{building tension, more drums}

I want a life that feels like mine,

Not one I only tolerate.

A life with room to change direction,

Room to love and room to make.

I want mornings I can welcome,

I want nights I don’t just fight.

I want something more than breathing.

I want reasons to feel alive.

No perfect fate.

No

grand design. Just something honest I can find.

A life I build with open eyes— A life that finally feels

like mine. {fuller band,

powerful vocal}

I will try the things that scare me.

I will fail and still return.

I will follow every question

That gives something new to learn.

I will make a home from moments.

I will fill it with my sound.

I will stop demanding heaven

From the life I have right now.

And when purpose feels too distant,

When the future loses form,

I will find it in the smallest thing That makes me want

one morning more. {building to climax,

full instrumentation} One more song.

One more place. One more name.

One more face. One more chance to be surprised.

One more reason to arrive.

{full band peak, powerful drums} I’m making a life that feels like

mine, Not one inherited from pain.

A life that bends without collapsing,

One that leaves me room to change.

There’ll be mornings I resent it.

There’ll be nights I barely fight.

But I’ve found something beyond breathing: I am curious about my life.

No perfect fate.

No grand design. But every day,

another line. And with these hands,

through changing time, I’ll make a life that feels like mine.

{peak full band, powerful climax}

Maybe that is all that purpose is:

Not knowing what comes next— And wanting to be there

When it does. {gradual fade,

piano and cello remain}