Breakfast tray 💐

Verse 1 I saw you every morning in the hallway glow, Soft light on the floor moving kind of slow. You carried that tray like it all meant more, Coffee gone warm by her bedroom door. You fixed your smile, hid the weight of the night, So she wouldn’t see how tired you were inside. No matter how heavy the hours had been, You showed up again and again. Verse 2 Some days the world wore you paper-thin, But you never let the fear walk in. You spoke her name like a prayer you knew, Held her hand till the long hours moved. If love’s a language quiet and true, Every morning she heard it in you. Pre-Chorus And when the words couldn’t find their way, Your presence said everything you couldn’t say. Chorus So I need you to know this now, She felt every step you took toward her room. Every soft “good morning,” every moment you stayed, Every sunrise that came too soon. She didn’t always have the strength to say it out loud, But your love was her safest place. The way you showed up time after time Was a gift, was a grace. Verse 3 There were days she drifted far inside, Quiet places you couldn’t find. Still you came, set the tray down slow, Sat with the silence, let it flow. You brushed her hair, straightened the sheets, Did the small things that meant everything. Bridge Now the mornings ache, the house feels wrong, The quiet is loud since she’s been gone. But love like that doesn’t say goodbye— It stays in the light when you walk inside. That breakfast you brought was never just food, It was “I’m here,” it was “I won’t lose you.” And when she let go, when she slipped from view, She carried that comfort—the love from you. Final Chorus (Soft) So if your heart feels heavy now, And the silence won’t give you space, Hold onto this truth you can still believe: You were her peace, you were her grace. You showed up when it mattered most, When the days were fragile and few. And even now, beyond this life, That love still lives in you. Outro So be gentle now with your broken heart— You did your part, you did more than your part. Your love was enough, it always was. And your mama knew it— Every morning.