THE CATHEDRAL OF MAYBE [Verse 1] I never heard a voice come rolling from the sky, Never saw a hand behind the stars. But I have watched the midnight stretch beyond forever And felt how small and sacred we are. I won’t pretend to know what waits beyond the curtain, I won’t dress a guess in holy clothes. The honest answer may be “nothing,” But the honest answer is—I don’t know. [Pre-Chorus] I need no revelation, No ancient book to save me. I find enough salvation In the mystery. [Chorus] This is the Cathedral of Maybe, With no ceiling but the stars. No altar but the living Earth, No walls to keep us apart. I don’t need a god To call the starlight holy. I don’t need a heaven To know this life has worth. I’ll stand between the wonder and the doubt, Wide awake inside the mystery— In the Cathedral of Maybe. [Verse 2] My blood was forged in vanished suns, My bones are borrowed from the ground. Every breath returns to something, Every silence joins the sound. Nature never promised justice, Death never offered an escape. Still, flowers rise from broken places, And the universe creates. [Pre-Chorus] I won’t bow down to answers That fear examination. A question asked with courage Is its own revelation. [Chorus] This is the Cathedral of Maybe, With no ceiling but the stars. No altar but the living Earth, No walls to keep us apart. I don’t need a god To call the starlight holy. I don’t need a heaven To know this life has worth. I’ll stand between the wonder and the doubt, Wide awake inside the mystery— In the Cathedral of Maybe. [Bridge] If consciousness is only The flame before the dark, Then let me burn with kindness. Let me leave an honest mark. And if there’s something greater That no human mind can name, It will not fear my questions. Truth has nothing to explain away. [Final Chorus] This is the Cathedral of Maybe, Where uncertainty belongs. Where reason shares the pulpit With the wonder in our bones. I don’t need an answer To know the question moves me. I don’t need forever To make this moment real. I’ll stand between the wonder and the doubt, With no belief I’m frightened to erase— In the Cathedral of Maybe.
