The Pages Bend

[Verse 1]
I found your name in an old notebook
Beside a train-station coffee stain
Every wrong turn, every borrowed look
Was a thread in the coat I became

I carried the rooms where the hard days stayed
The cheap blue chair and the kitchen light
But nothing I lost was a life mislaid
It taught my hands how to hold on tight

[Pre-Chorus]
Let the years leave marks
Let the pages bend
I can face the shape
Of the road I’ve spent

[Chorus]
These are the stories my life became
Not clean, not perfect, but mine to claim
Every scar has a sentence, every tear has a place
I’m proud of the trail that I leave in my wake

These are the stories I’m handing down
A little more truth than the world allowed
When the last door closes, let the record say
I lived every chapter in my own way

[Verse 2]
I remember the night the power went out
We ate cold peaches by candle flame
You said, “Tell me what this is all about”
I said, “Maybe we’re still becoming the same”

There were promises bent in the winter rain
There were faces I couldn’t ask to stay
But I learned that a heart can carry its pain
And still make room for a brighter day

[Pre-Chorus]
Let the years leave marks
Let the pages bend
I can face the shape
Of the road I’ve spent

[Chorus]
These are the stories my life became
Not clean, not perfect, but mine to claim
Every scar has a sentence, every tear has a place
I’m proud of the trail that I leave in my wake

These are the stories I’m handing down
A little more truth than the world allowed
When the last door closes, let the record say
I lived every chapter in my own way

[Bridge]
If I could speak to the child I was
I would not erase a single mile
I’d say, “The cracks are where the daylight comes
And you were worth the wait all the while”

[Final Chorus]
These are the stories my life became
Every hard-won breath, every borrowed name
Every scar has a sentence, every tear has a place
I’m proud of the trail that I leave in my wake

These are the stories I’m handing down
With both feet planted on honest ground
When the last door closes, let the record say
I loved, I changed, I gave what I could away

[Outro]
Let the pages bend
Let the old roads fade
I am proud of the story
I am proud of the story I made