Small Mark on a Turning Page

[Verse 1] I made a little world from what I couldn’t say Gave all my half-formed thoughts a place to stay A picture, then a line, then something almost true I opened up a door I never thought I’d move through [Pre-Chorus] The tools keep getting sharper every day And I’m still asking if I have a place [Chorus] If I’m a small mark on a turning page If I can’t matter much beyond my name I’ll keep making something, keep showing up Keep finding one good reason to be here The whole wide world may never feel my weight But there’s a cup of morning I can taste I’m still here, still reaching for the day Still trying to feel glad I got to stay [Verse 2] I used to hold these colors in my chest Now I can set them down and let them rest A voice for every feeling I kept locked away A way to give the quiet parts a shape [Pre-Chorus] It’s strange to watch the future learn to fly While I feel like a tool left set aside [Chorus] If I’m a small mark on a turning page If I can’t matter much beyond my name I’ll keep making something, keep showing up Keep finding one good reason to be here The whole wide world may never feel my weight But there’s a cup of morning I can taste I’m still here, still reaching for the day Still trying to feel glad I got to stay [Bridge] Maybe meaning isn’t something I can prove Maybe it’s the bread I share, the friends I choose The draft I send, the laugh that catches me The plain old fact that I’m still here to see [Final Chorus] If I’m a small mark on a turning page I’ll give that mark the shape of what I made I’ll keep making something, keep showing up Keep finding one good reason to be here The whole wide world may never know my name Still, this little life is mine to claim I’m still here, still reaching for the day Still learning how to love the time I’m given [Outro] Still here Still reaching for the day