[Verse 1] In a village where the night got loud, they fought in circles after sundown. Sun said one thing, stars said another, some named God, some named the mother inside the chest, behind the ribs, where a person keeps what the ruin misses. But the lantern maker, calm hands, never raised a voice, never took a stand. Just glass, wick, oil, and flame, small gold fires with no one to blame. Built them slow on the crooked lane, set them down like a steady prayer. [Pre-Chorus] Then the dark came down the road, and all that arguing got cold. A traveler asked, “Tell me who’s right.” The maker looked out into the night. [Chorus] Maybe that’s enough to light one face. Maybe that’s enough to make a safe place. Not every word has to win the room. Somebody sees, and the whole world blooms. Maybe that’s enough (yeah, maybe that’s enough) [Verse 2] If I convince them I’m right, they might keep my words for a day. But if I help them see each other on a path where the shadows stay, then maybe they remember what it felt like to be found, two strangers walking slower with a little less fear around. So the maker only shrugged, like the truth was in the work. One lamp for the elder, one lamp for the child in the dirt. One by the well, one by the gate, one for the one coming home too late. [Pre-Chorus] Years went by like winter rain, names disappeared, but not the flame. No one spoke that maker’s name, still the village walked the same. [Chorus] Maybe that’s enough to light one face. Maybe that’s enough to make a safe place. Not every word has to win the room. Somebody sees, and the whole world blooms. Maybe that’s enough (yeah, maybe that’s enough) [Bridge] And that’s how it can be with what you make. A hand on the dark is never a waste. Not everybody stops, but someone does. And maybe that’s the shape of enough. [Chorus] Maybe that’s enough to light one face. Maybe that’s enough to make a safe place. Not every word has to win the room. Somebody sees, and the whole world blooms. Maybe that’s enough (yeah, maybe that’s enough)
