[Intro] Give me a second, let the room settle. [Verse 1] You said the days have been arriving heavy, like every small thing asks you to explain. I won't pretend I know the road you're walking, or place a tidy label on the pain. But if a song can sit beside you gently, without demanding that you change your name, then let these words arrive without a sermon, a little warmth to meet you where you stay. [Pre-Chorus] You don't have to tell me every detail, you don't have to make the feeling clear. you don't have to make the feeling clear. Take what is useful from the moment, and leave the rest right here. [Chorus] For the woman in Poland, wherever you are, may this find you softly, not too close, not too far. I can't write your ending, I can't carry your day, but I can send a little kindness your way. For the woman in Poland, take your time tonight, no grand promises, just a small bit of light. If the words feel simple, let them still be true: someone made this moment with care for you. [Verse 2] Maybe the kettle's cooling by the window, maybe your phone is face down on the bed. Maybe the photograph beside you holds a version of the things you never said. I won't turn your silence into answers, or make a story from a passing phrase. You know the shape and weight of your own morning; I only brought a song to share the space. [Photograph] In that photograph, your eyes look distant, but I won't guess what distance means. A frame can hold a single second, not the whole life living in between. [Pre-Chorus] You don't have to tell me every detail, you don't have to make the feeling clear. Take what is useful from the moment, and leave the rest right here. [Chorus] For the woman in Poland, wherever you are, may this find you softly, not too close, not too far. I can't write your ending, I can't carry your day, but I can send a little kindness your way. For the woman in Poland, take your time tonight, no grand promises, just a small bit of light. If the words feel simple, let them still be true: someone made this moment with care for you. [Bridge] From Poland to Wales, there are miles in the middle, and lives that can pass without crossing the street. Still, a few honest notes can travel much further than either of us planned when they first leave the beat. So keep what feels gentle, release what feels heavy, let tomorrow arrive in its own quiet way. I won't ask for a story, a reason, or answer; just know you can pause at the edge of the day. [Final Chorus] For the woman in Poland, wherever you are, may this find you softly, not too close, not too far. I can't write your ending, I can't carry your day, but I can send a little kindness your way. For the woman in Poland, take your time tonight, no grand promises, just a small bit of light. If the words feel simple, let them still be true: someone made this moment with care for you. For the woman in Poland, if you hear this alone, let the room be your room, let the hour be your own. No saviour, no answer, no claim to your view, just a song at the doorway, with respect for you. [Outro] And when the last note fades, you don't owe me a reply. Keep the parts that help, let the other parts pass by. From Wales, with a quiet hand, I leave this here for you. Take care of your morning, whatever you choose to do.
