[Verse 1] One room left and the rent’s past due, But I still got sunlight and a decent view. A second-hand desk, a half-tuned string, Enough to write what freedom means. [Pre-Chorus] They say success is a house with stairs, But peace can live in folding chairs. [Chorus] One room left, but it feels like home, Walls talk soft when you’re not alone. Every crack another line of grace, Simple space for a complicated faith. [Verse 2] A pot on the stove, two plates, one cup, Dreams still rise when the rent goes up. I don’t need marble or glass to shine, Just a melody that’s truly mine. [Bridge] Maybe life’s not lost or won, It’s paid in moments, one by one. And I’m rich tonight, yeah I confess, Got peace, got breath, got less stress. [Chorus ×2] One room left, but it feels like not alone. Every crack another line of grace, Simple space for a complicated faith. [Outro] If this is all I own tonight, Then maybe that’s what livin’s like.
