Easter Morning

(Verse 1) Woke up with sunlight on my face, First warm touch I’ve felt in days, The flowers bloom, but not too loud, Even joy is scared right now. ♪ (Pre-Chorus) I tiptoe through the empty street, The world feels fragile underneath, Like something lost has come again, But I don’t know where I’ve been. ♪ (Chorus) Easter morning, Painted sky in pastel grace, Easter morning, I’m still learning how to pray, Easter morning, I’ve been buried deep so long, But I think I hear a song. ♪ (Verse 2) There’s candy on the windowsill, But I’m not sure I know what’s real, The kids are laughing down the lane, I smile, but it’s not the same. ♪ (Pre-Chorus) They talk of hope and starting new, But I’m still stitched in shades of blue, And yet the sun don’t seem to mind, So I pretend I’m doing fine. ♪ (Chorus) Easter morning, Painted sky in pastel grace, Easter morning, I’m still learning how to pray, Easter morning, I’ve been buried deep so long, But I think I hear a song. ♪ (Bridge) Maybe this is what it means— To bloom with shaky hands and knees, To rise not like a firework flash, But like a whisper breaking glass. ♪ (Last Chorus) Easter morning, I’m not sure what’s coming next, Easter morning, But I’m still breathing, nonetheless. Easter morning, Maybe I’ll belong someday— But for now, I’ll stay. ♪ ♪ ♪