Intro
Morning pours through the kitchen blinds,
Dust hangs slow in borrowed light.
Coffee rings beside the sink.
Everything is learning my name.
Verse
We grew up chasing satellites,
Naming every cloud we’d find.
Thought the map was just suggestions,
Every road was ours to write.
Now the mailbox knows me better,
Every envelope arrives
Like another quiet promise
That tomorrow’s already decided.
Refrain
If I have to grow,
Let me grow like trees—
Slow enough to hear the breeze.
Verse
Friends wear titles like new jackets,
Talk in calendars and plans.
I’m still filling up my pockets
With things that never fit in hands.
I still pull the car over
When the evening catches fire.
Somehow sunsets feel rebellious
To a world that worships wires.
Chorus
So I’ll keep my paper wings,
Even if they’re only made of hope.
They don’t have to lift me very high
Just far enough to know
There’s more to life
Than racing every clock,
More to love
Than things you get to own.
If these hands grow older,
Let them never lose
The way they reached
For impossible things.
Verse
Maybe freedom isn’t leaving,
Maybe it’s refusing
To trade wonder for certainty
Or hurry through the view.
Morning still pours through the window,
Dust still dances in the light.
I’ll grow roots without surrendering
The wild I hold inside.
