Enough to Call it Living

[Intro: fingerpicked guitar, morning birds 🌤️]

[Verse 1: close, conversational vocal]
I used to count my living
By the mountains left to climb,
The cities crossed, the hearts impressed,
The victories wearing mine.
Then sunlight found the kitchen.
A friend stayed late to talk.
I heard my mother laughing.
I took the longer walk.

[Chorus: drums enter, warm harmonies]
Maybe life is full
When we are present while it pours.
When we taste the ordinary
Instead of racing toward more.
Not every day needs thunder.
Not every love needs flame.
Sometimes being there completely
Is the grandest kind of brave.

[Verse 2: strings slowly rising]
I’ll still chase distant wonders.
I’ll still answer when they call.
But I won’t miss the quiet
While preparing for it all.
A meal, a song, a window,
Someone reaching for my hand.
These moments are not pauses.
They are where I truly stand.

[Final Chorus: soaring vocal, full ensemble 🌅]
Let my life be full
Of attention freely given,
Of tears I did not swallow
And forgiveness freely spoken.
When the final evening finds me,
I won’t count how far I ran.
I’ll remember every moment
When I knew just where I am.

[Outro: instruments fade to one guitar]
Not everything.

Enough.

[Whisper]
I was here.