[Verse 1] I learned early how a room could change, How heaven and hell could share one name. Sunflowers rising, harvest gold, Then back through doors where nothing held. I learned to watch, I learned to know, What felt like shelter, what felt like smoke. A little yellow promise in my hand: To thine own self be true— And somehow, I still am. [Pre-Chorus] I kept the pieces. I kept the proof. I kept the colors that carried me through. And every road I thought had disappeared Was drawing something larger from here. [Chorus] Can I get a witness? Someone with an eye and a heart to feel. Can I get a witness? Someone not showing up just to make a deal. Do you have eyes large enough to see me? Not one moment— Not one wound— Not one thing I made. Can you stand far enough away To see the pattern taking shape? Can I get a witness? Can you see the whole of me? [Verse 2] I made a world from what I had, A piece of string, a little scrap. I planted beauty where I could, Made something gentle out of what once hurt. Every season left a mark. Every symbol carried part Of something I was trying to understand Before I ever had the words To tell you what I am. [Pre-Chorus] The eye is not somebody watching me. It is the place where I step back and see. The heart is not a promise from above. It is the mark I choose to leave for love. [Chorus] Can I get a witness? Someone with an eye and a heart to feel. Can I get a witness? Someone not showing up just to make a deal. Do you have eyes large enough to see me? Can you follow what repeats? Can you see the thread beneath the colors, Underneath the songs and dreams? Can I get a witness? Can you see the pattern of me? [Bridge] And show me your orchard. I don't need to own it. I don't need to walk through every gate. I don't need to pull your weeds Or plant your seeds Or lose myself keeping yours alive. Just let me stand here at the edge. Show me what you tended. Show me what survived. Show me where you put your hands Into this little piece of time. I'll show you mine. Look— These are the trees I planted. These are the things that grew. These are the places pain came through And somehow roses came there too. [Breakdown] I don't need you to save me. I don't need you to name me. I don't need another truth Handed down and called absolute. Be clear enough to show me who you are. I'll be clear enough To show you who I am. No masks. No extraction. No promise of another life To make us careless with this one. We're here. Look around. This matters. [Final Chorus] Can I get a witness? Someone with an eye and a heart to feel. Can I get a witness? Someone who knows that being seen is real. See the child. See the woman. See the maker. See the scars. See the seasons I kept turning Into gardens, rooms and stars. I don't need the whole world watching. I don't need them at my door. Just someone standing at the boundary saying, I see what you grew. I see what it was for. Can I get a witness? And if you show me your orchard too, I'll stand beside you at the edge. I won't trample what you planted. I'll just look— and witness you.
