[Verse 1]
Lamplight on the kitchen table, an old photograph face-down,
A coffee cup gone cold beside the letter I never found.
The train whistle cut the midnight—left a hollow in my hands,
I stayed behind the closed door watching other people's plans.
[Pre-Chorus]
Shadows keep the lines of where I once broke,
Scars fold like paper—silent, spoke.
In the quiet I learn how to stand, small and steady as a breath.
[Chorus]
Though the night can hold the world in its chest,
I'll find dawn inside my chest. (I'll find dawn inside my chest)
Sadness paints my window blue, but something fierce refuses rest—
I'll keep the light like proof, I'll find dawn inside my chest.
[Verse 2]
Whispers turned to city noise: footsteps, taxis, a laughter thin and sharp,
I trace the edge of yesterday—a chipped mug, a closed-up map.
There’s a receipt for two coffees, a sweater in a drawer I never wore,
Small remnants of a life I thought I’d lost, but keep anyway for more.
[Pre-Chorus]
Each small thing is evidence—an echo of the road I left,
Every quiet breath a promise, every bruise a borrowed heft.
I fold my hurt into my pocket, let it warm the lines of my hands.
[Chorus — Variation]
Though the night once kept me guessing where to start and where to rest,
I’ll find dawn inside my chest. (I’ll find dawn inside my chest)
From the cracks the wildflowers push—new color from the best of our mess,
I choose the light, I choose to move—I'll find dawn inside my chest.
[Bridge]
I kept the ticket stub I never used—still folded with a yellow crease,
A small, ridiculous relic of a fear that wouldn't let me leave.
Tonight I smooth the paper out and decide where I belong:
The stub’s not a regret, it's proof I can still choose to move along.
[Final Chorus]
Though the night remembers every name that I confessed,
I'll find dawn inside my chest. (I'll find dawn inside my chest)
Sadness taught me how to hold, hope taught me how to rest,
Now I carry light like something borrowed—bright, and perfectly addressed.
We sing it soft, we sing it loud: I'll find dawn inside my chest.
[Outro]
Photograph turned upward to the light, the coffee cool and blessed,
Shadows shrink to ordinary things—I'll find dawn inside my chest.
A quiet vow, a steady step; in the small daybreak I confess:
I was lost and now I'm moving—I'll find dawn inside my chest.
