The Shape in Your Heart

[Verse 1]
You drew a map on the back of a receipt
A second sunrise where the old roads meet
You said, “There’s room where the wall runs out”
They smiled like they knew what you were talking about

You kept a sketch in your jacket seam
A crooked little blueprint of a bigger dream
They called it strange, said, “That won’t hold”
You kept the page when the room went cold

[Pre-Chorus]
You don’t need their eyes to see it
You don’t need their hands to free it

[Chorus]
Keep seeing what they can’t see yet
Keep making space where there wasn’t any
If they call your bright idea too strange
Let it be strange, let it be ready
You’re not wrong for imagining more
You’re not lost for opening the door
The world you picture can begin
With one small thing you won’t give in

[Verse 2]
You named a garden on a vacant lot
Found a use for every thing they forgot
A table built from a discarded frame
A place for the ones who were told they’re too much to claim

They asked why you’d spend your days this way
You said, “I can see it, so I’ll start today”
A pencil mark, then a borrowed tool
A little less impossible, a little less cruel

[Pre-Chorus]
You don’t need their eyes to see it
You don’t need their hands to free it

[Chorus]
Keep seeing what they can’t see yet
Keep making space where there wasn’t any
If they call your bright idea too strange
Let it be strange, let it be ready
You’re not wrong for imagining more
You’re not lost for opening the door
The world you picture can begin
With one small thing you won’t give in

[Bridge]
Maybe they’ll understand it later
Maybe they never will
You can hold the shape of what could be
And take the first step still
Not every seed looks like a forest
Not every start looks wise
But a future once belonged to someone
Who trusted what they saw inside

[Final Chorus]
Keep seeing what they can’t see yet
Keep making space where there wasn’t any
If they call your bright idea too strange
Let it be strange, let it be ready
You’re not wrong for imagining more
You’re not lost for opening the door
The world you picture can begin
With one small thing you won’t give in

[Outro]
One mark, one hand, one place to start
You’re allowed to trust the shape in your heart