Secondhand Sky

“Secondhand Sky” By Willa Dune Verse 1 Mama prayed under hand-me-down stars, Said, “This is just how things are.” Daddy worked till his back gave out, Built a life on land he never dreamed about. I wore their hopes like a Sunday dress, Tried to smile while I second-guessed. But the hem keeps fraying, the sleeves don’t fit, And I ain’t sure I’m made for this. Chorus I’ve been living under your secondhand sky, With borrowed dreams and a well-rehearsed lie. Told myself it’s enough to try, But there’s a crack in the clouds where I see why I was never meant to stay In a frame someone else made. I want to fly, not just get by Under this secondhand sky. Verse 2 They taught me quiet, taught me grace, To know my place and love this place. But the fields feel smaller every year, And the voice in me’s getting louder here. It ain’t rebellion, it ain’t regret— It’s just a truth I ain’t outrun yet. Chorus (repeat) I’ve been living under your secondhand sky, With borrowed dreams and a well-rehearsed lie. Told myself it’s enough to try, But there’s a crack in the clouds where I see why I was never meant to stay In a frame someone else made. I want to fly, not just get by Under this secondhand sky. Bridge Maybe they meant well, maybe they knew, But maybe what fits them won’t fit me too. Final Chorus So I’m folding up this secondhand sky, Leaving behind the reasons why. Gonna chase a light that’s all my own, Even if I walk that road alone. I was never meant to stay In a story someone else gave. It’s time to try, not just get by Under this secondhand sky.