[Intro]
Dust on the shelves where plans used to glow; fingerprints of tomorrow fade slow.
I count the quiet hours, not the stars we chased, and breathe in simpler prayers we saved.
[Verse 1]
We sketched a skyline in the margins of our days, a brighter map for every unknown page.
But clocks kept circling back to muted gray, and the dream grew softer with each passing stage.
[Pre-Chorus]
Nostalgia hums like a distant choir, singing of doors we never opened wider.
Maybe the spark we sought was not in the form, but in the small, stubborn acts that kept us kinder.
[Chorus]
If happiness was a future we could touch, it wore a quieter face than the one we imagined.
Today I learn to greet the ordinary with hopeful eyes, to love what is before us.
[Verse 2]
The future sneakers we wore in youth have slowed to a comfortable pace.
Disillusion sits beside us, a friend with a steady gaze, showing the truth in softer grace.
[Pre-Chorus]
I trade grand reunions for the door of a morning tea, for hands that stay and do the work that’s ours to keep.
[Chorus]
If happiness was a future we could touch, it wore a quieter face than the one we imagined.
Today I learn to greet the ordinary with hopeful eyes, to love what is before us.
[Bridge]
Not triumph, but tending; not conquest, but care.
The weathered routine holds us tenderly there.
A quiet pivot, a whispered vow: to notice, to breathe, to simply be here now.
[Chorus]
If happiness was a future we could touch, it wore a quieter face than the one we imagined.
Today I learn to greet the ordinary with hopeful eyes, to love what is before us.
[Outro]
We fold the plans, let the present stay—soft and true, enough today.
What once seemed sparse now feels enough to carry us through the dawn we choose.
