Original Lyrics & Musical Arrangement © Artanne - All rights reserved. Mornings don’t ask how I slept, They just arrive, like they always do. I lace the silence into my breath, And try to pull myself thru. I’ve learned to keep a steady hand, Beneath the calm I do not show, The weight that settles into me, There’s more than most would ever know. It doesn’t loosen when the day is done, It’s there before the next’s begun. All the weight I carry, Doesn’t ask for sympathy. It stays with me in silence, Rests where none can see, It shapes the way I move through days, And lays its quiet claim on me. I’ve grown accustomed to the space, Between what’s asked and what I give. I measure out what I can spare, And leave myself with less to live. It isn’t loud, it isn’t grand, It doesn’t beg or make a plea, But sometimes in the quiet dark, I wonder what is left of me. It doesn’t loosen when I break, It’s there in every choice I make. All the weight I carry, Still doesn’t ask for sympathy. It stays with me in silence, Rests where none can see, It shapes the way I move through days, And decides what’s left of me. © Artanne -2026
