When We Live [Spoken — soft, intimate] When we live… we die. Nobody really says that out loud — but it’s the quiet agreement we all signed just by showing up. And somehow… we’re still here. ⸻ [Sung — gentle melody] When we live, we die, that’s the rhythm underneath, like the ocean pulling breath in and out of you and me. If you feel alone tonight, look around — you’ll start to see every heart is keeping time with the same fragility. ⸻ [Spoken] There are billions of us doing this strange, beautiful thing — waking up, pretending we understand how any of it works. And still… we try. ⸻ [Sung] When we first arrived, we cried for borrowed air and borrowed hands, someone held us through the night before we learned to stand. Without love to shape our bones, without voices saying you can, we’d be shadows passing through unwritten and unplanned. ⸻ [Chorus — sung, warm and open] Because when we live, we die, but right now we are alive — and that alone’s a miracle you don’t have to justify. You’re here, and I’m glad you are, two sparks in passing time… for now that’s more than enough to call this life divine. ⸻ [Spoken — reflective] Every day costs something. Some people wake up free. Some wake up inside a story they didn’t choose. And still — their hearts keep beating. So does yours. That matters more than you think. ⸻ [Sung — rising emotion] Every ache inside your chest is proof you’re still in motion, every tear a tidal mark of your living ocean. If it hurts, it means you’re here — and here is worth the holding. Broken things still sing when their light is showing. ⸻ [Bridge — half spoken, half sung] Spoken: Someone’s breath just faded… somewhere, a child inhales for the first time. Sung: Life keeps turning pages without asking if we’re ready — but we’re already inside. ⸻ [Final Chorus — sung, fuller but tender] So while we live, we die, let that truth be why we love louder than our fear while the moment’s passing by. This breath is a miracle, this heartbeat, borrowed time — and you’re right here beside me… and that feels like a sign. When we live, we die — so let’s live before goodbye.
