Verse 1 Dreams were drawn in margins, sketched in midnight blue, Marking all the places that someday might come true. But every step grew heavier, every promise paper-thin — Hope kept pushing forward even when the cracks set in. Pre‑Chorus Every turn became a question, every step a maybe sign — Still small sparks of victory echoed down the line. Chorus A map full of maybes, scattered like stars to chase. A map full of maybes, glowing on roads not faced. A map full of maybes, folded with hope that won’t erase — Living inside the lines, dreaming of another place. Verse 2 Someone kept on running toward the life they longed to be, But every try turned into failing when faced with reality. Moments filled with laughter circled nights they almost stayed, Yet doubt kept drawing shadows round futures half‑made. Pre‑Chorus Grip was lost but breathing slowly taught a way through it — Maybe strength is found in courage not to quit. Chorus A map full of maybes, scattered like stars to chase. A map full of maybes, glowing on roads not faced. A map full of maybes, folded with hope that won’t erase — Living inside the lines, dreaming of another place. Bridge Maybe failing isn’t falling — maybe it’s the way to grow. Maybe every shattered moment plants a seed no one can know. Standing in the wreckage teaches how to rise again — There’s a quiet kind of triumph in the battles fought within. Final Chorus A map full of maybes, shining like sparks across the sky. A map full of maybes, showing roads still worth a try. A map full of maybes — maybe that’s how hearts get by: Trying and failing, turning maybes into reasons to survive.
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