(Verse 1) I found your words between my notes, Soft praise written in the margins. They say I’ve grown, they say I shine— I still trip over what I started. There’s ink on my hands, dust on my floor, Half-made dreams I haven’t named. I smile, I nod, I say thank you— And quietly I stay the same. (Pre-Chorus) I hold it gently, not too tight, Afraid of what the mirror brings. I don’t want crowns, I don’t want heights— Just space to breathe and broken things. (Chorus) So don’t let it go to my head, Let it rest instead. Let it warm me, not define me, Let it be something I can tend. I’ll take the kindness, keep my feet, Still learning how to stand complete. If love comes in, I’ll let it stay— Just don’t let it change the way I play. (Verse 2) I’ve seen what praise can slowly do, Turn soft ideas into stone. Make people chase a mirror’s glow And lose the voice they called their own. So I keep mine small and breathing, Tucked between the lines I write— A quiet joy, a fragile thing, That lives best out of sight. (Pre-Chorus 2) If I forget where I began, If noise replaces why I try— Please remind me of the nights I made things just to feel alive. (Chorus - Reprise) So don’t let it go to my head, Let it sit beside my heart. Let it be a gentle fire, Not a spark that burns me out. I’ll take the love, I’ll take the light, But I’ll keep my feet on honest ground— If I grow, let it be slow, And let it still feel like my sound. (Bridge) If one day I stand a little taller, Let it be from what I learned. Not applause, not borrowed fire— Just the patience that I earned. If I shine, let it be because I stayed when leaving felt easier. And if I change, let it be true— Not louder… just clearer. (Final Chorus) So I’ll keep the door half open wide, For wonder, doubt, and all in between. I’ll thank the hands that reach for mine Without forgetting who I’ve been. And if the world looks up my way, I’ll smile soft and look away— Because the work still calls my name… And I’m still learning every day.
