Four a.m., Christmas still Heart trip, breath catch, time stand still They say the ending don’t define the voice Only the living does Only the choice Cold blue light cut through the dawn House so quiet then the rhythm gone Three-year dreams in a silent room Sirens hum like a breaking tune Life snap hard, no warning shot Moment flips, everything not Hospital halls, endless bars Every beep cut deep like shards Presents waiting, joy on hold Fear feel heavy but my grip won’t fold I don’t freeze, I don’t run, I breathe You don’t choose the storm you see Only how you stand in it Ain’t here for the ending Here for the choices I make In the panic, in the quiet In the fear I won’t shake Life spin fast, keep bending Every breath oscillates No final note, just living Paper gown, plastic cup Doctor talk make my chest lock up Ten centimeters drop that line Like a blade through space and time They say fight like hell, stand tall Nobody teach you how hope crawls Through antiseptic, sleepless nights Through whispered prayers and hallway lights I don’t rage, I don’t fold I pick love when the room turn cold Every glance, every breath Tiny rebellions against death I don’t wait for a promised end I choose again And again And again If this the weight, I won’t bow If this the fire, I’m here now If this the test, I answer loud With open hands I stay somehow Ain’t here for the ending Here for the choices I make In the panic, in the quiet In the fear I won’t shake Life spin fast, keep bending Every breath oscillates No final note, just living They said the ending ain’t the point. This breath This moment This is the choice.
