Verse 1] Life doesn’t give you notice. It steals a handful of days, gives one back, and somehow that has to be enough. We learn to walk with the wounds still open, with breath that never feels long enough, carrying dreams we can’t really afford to lift. But still, we walk. Always. Because staying still hurts more than hitting the ground. [Pre-Chorus] And sometimes, strength just looks like a tired voice whispering, "I’ll keep going." [Chorus] Life is a gentle fight: it hits, it soothes, it breaks, it mends. We lose pieces, we gain truths, and we move forward— a little crooked, but standing. [Verse 2] There is no manual. People who say “I understand” lie a little to calm themselves. I learned in the dark, listening to what was still trembling, learning not to confuse silence with abandonment. We get back up to avoid rotting where we fell, and because life is sometimes just a direction: one more step, even without a light ahead. [Pre-Chorus] And peace isn’t when everything's fine. It’s when you stop trying to win against yourself. [Chorus] Life is a gentle fight: it hits, it soothes, it breaks, it mends. We lose pieces, we gain truths, and we move forward— a little crooked, but standing. [Bridge] Sometimes the only victory is being able to love again despite everything that shattered on the way. [Outro] Life doesn’t give you notice. But it signals. Always. To those who are still walking.
