[Verse 1] Morning light, kettle tremor on the stove, steam like a small prayer, My clinic card folded in my pocket, the weight of names I wear. Tremors run the rim of my coffee cup, a ring that skips a beat, My thumb won’t always answer, but my smile keeps time with my feet. [Pre-Chorus 1] I count the breaths — one, two — a little steady, little true, A quiet ritual in the noise that brings me back to you. [Chorus ] Keep smiling through the storm, let the small bright things do their part, Sing soft when hands forget the tune, let courage stitch the start, When the day feels hard and fragile, hold the light that won’t depart — Keep smiling through the storm, Keep hope in your heart. [Verse 2] Waiting rooms and muted clocks, a sheet of paper, names in line, The nurse hums something gentle and I try to make my body rhyme. There’s a kettle tremor memory, a thumb that won’t obey, A blanking out between the notes, and still I learn to stay. [Pre-Chorus 2] One step, one breath — a cadence softer than before, I gather tiny victories and stack them at my door. [Chorus ] Keep smiling through the storm, let the small bright things do their part, Sing soft when hands forget the tune, let courage stitch the start, When the day feels hard and fragile, hold the light that won’t depart — Keep smiling through the storm, Keep hope in your heart. [Bridge ] Remember midnight porch light, you came and pressed my hand, The street smelled like wet pavement, the world was slow and grand. You laughed at my cramped fingers, and said we’ll take it slow, I chose the word, I chose to breathe, I chose the porch light glow. That gentle squeeze a promise — not to fix, but to be near, In that small, ordinary moment I learned how to steer. [Chorus — Variation] Keep smiling through the storm, let each little mercy chart A map of tender reasons that will warm a timid heart, When clinic cards and kettle tremors try to pull you apart — Keep smiling through the storm, Keep hope in your heart. [Coda / Outro ] So I fold my clinic card, I set the kettle down to rest, I hum a low and humble hymn and tuck my worn-out best. Porch light hums, a neighbor calls, the street breathes soft and smart — I lift my chin, I lift my hands, and Keep hope in your heart.