A Little Room

[Verse 1]
You left the kettle cold again
Your coat still on the chair
The mirror caught your tired eyes
You stopped and met them there
You put both feet against the tile
And named what hurt today
No grand design, no perfect fix
Just one breath you could stay

[Pre-Chorus]
You don't have to earn your rest
You don't have to win the day
Let the small truth in your chest
Be enough to lead the way

[Chorus]
Start where you are, with both hands open
Mend what you can, let the rest be spoken
You are not the sum of what went wrong
You can grow a life that feels like home
Piece by piece, you find your own direction
Every honest choice becomes connection
When you turn and meet yourself with care
A little room appears, and you are there

[Verse 2]
You called your sister from the stairs
And told her what you hide
She let the silence have its space
Then stayed there on your side
You wrote one promise on a receipt
And tucked it in your shoe
Drink some water, take the walk
Come back and start anew

[Pre-Chorus]
You don't have to know the end
You don't have to make it neat
Let the person you can be
Meet the person on your feet

[Chorus]
Start where you are, with both hands open
Mend what you can, let the rest be spoken
You are not the sum of what went wrong
You can grow a life that feels like home
Piece by piece, you find your own direction
Every honest choice becomes connection
When you turn and meet yourself with care
A little room appears, and you are there

[Bridge]
The old hurt has a voice, not the final word
The fear can ride beside you, not decide the road
You can change your mind, you can draw the line
You can take your time and still arrive

[Final Chorus]
Start where you are, with both hands open
Mend what you can, let the hard truth be spoken
You are not the sum of what went wrong
You have grown a life that feels like home
Piece by piece, you choose your own direction
Every honest choice becomes connection
When you turn and meet yourself with care
You find the room was always there

[Outro]
The kettle starts, the morning comes
You meet your eyes, and stay