[Intro / Spoken Reflection] They said everything would make sense one day, That if I waited long enough, The weight would lift, And the questions would soften. But standing here now, I donโ€™t think clarity arrives like a miracle. I think it shows up quietly, In the moments we survive When we thought we wouldnโ€™t. [Verse] Thereโ€™s beauty in the cracks we hide, In the pauses between breaths we almost lost. In learning how to stay, Even when leaving feels easier. I used to think beauty meant untouched, Something clean, something unscarred. Now I know it means honest, Still standing, still open, still trying. [Outro] If this is all we get, If this is all we are โ€” Then maybe thatโ€™s enough. Maybe thatโ€™s where the beauty lives.