[Intro]
In the quiet, I count the days like beads on a thread
One by one, I learn to breathe again
[Verse 1]
The room holds its breath, dust pale on the sunlit sill
I pick up the fragments, a slow, careful will
Each shard remembers a name I still keep near
I stitch the mornings with empty hands and steady clear
[Chorus]
I rise from the rubble, small but sure and true
A steadier seeker, finding light in what remains of you
Piece by piece, I learn the map of a gentler pace
In scarcity, I find a harbor, in grief, a quiet grace
[Verse 2]
Scarcity teaches patience, like rain on a quiet land
I count the borrowed blessings, plus the strength I understand
A routine forms, deliberate and careful, like a vow
To stand again tomorrow, to breathe, to vow
[Pre-Chorus]
If the night grows heavy, I name what I can hold
If the silence widens, I tell myself to be bold
[Chorus]
I rise from the rubble, small but sure and true
A steadier seeker, finding light in what remains of you
Piece by piece, I learn the map of a gentler pace
In scarcity, I find a harbor, in grief, a quiet grace
[Bridge]
Not mended far, just made anew with patient hands
The heart redraws its lines where hope slowly lands
[Chorus]
I rise from the rubble, small but sure and true
A steadier seeker, finding light in what remains of you
Piece by piece, I learn the map of a gentler pace
In scarcity, I find a harbor, in grief, a quiet grace
[Outro]
So I lay the last shard down, and breathe into the space
I walk forward, bearing your memory with quiet grace
