[Intro – Acoustic Guitar] The room stood still… No clocks… No voices… Only the quiet… The kind that weighs more than thunder. ⸻ Verse I I dreamed the color left the morning, Like autumn stealing every leaf. The walls dissolved into forgotten echoes, Carved from silent disbelief. My heartbeat counted slower, Each breath a borrowed thread. I smiled at what I thought was ending— Made my peace with being dead. Funny how surrender tastes like freedom, When you’ve carried mountains on your back. Funny how the soul grows weightless Once it quits resisting what it lacks. So I closed my eyes… Stepped toward the stillness… Never looking back. ⸻ Pre-Chorus Then the darkness… Opened like a doorway. Not empty. Waiting. ⸻ Chorus Not yet… The voice rolled through eternity. Not yet… Your pages still are incomplete. The road ain’t over… You’re standing at the middle, Not the end. Go back… You’ve still got lives to mend. Not yet… (repeating layered harmony) ⸻ Verse II I walked across a silver shoreline Where oceans held no tide. Faces from forgotten chapters Stood without a need to hide. Some I loved… Some I failed… Some I never understood. Every memory became a mirror, Showing every choice for good. There were questions without language, Answers written into light. Every regret became transparent, Every wrong exposed as right. No judgment. Only understanding… And that frightened me the most. ⸻ Pre-Chorus II I reached beyond the horizon, Toward a warmth I’d always known. Then a hand Stopped mine. ⸻ Chorus Not yet… The stars have more to write. Not yet… You haven’t learned to use your light. Dreams abandoned… Hearts you’ll someday rescue… Words you’ll someday speak. Strength is born Inside the ones who feel they’re weak. Not yet… ⸻ Verse III I argued with forever. Said… “I’m tired. I’ve carried enough storms To drown a thousand lifetimes.” The silence answered softly, “So has every mountain. Yet they still stand.” I saw children laughing somewhere, Heard my mother’s younger voice. Watched tomorrow forming quietly From every unseen choice. Every stranger I’d ignored, Every kindness left undone… Tiny ripples through creation, Still becoming someone. ⸻ Bridge Maybe death Isn’t an ending. Maybe it’s a teacher Borrowing tomorrow. Maybe every sunrise Signs another contract We forgot we made. Maybe purpose Arrives disguised As ordinary days. ⸻ Instrumental (Acoustic theme evolves into soaring progressive guitars, alternating 7/8 and 4/4, expressive lead solo, layered vocal harmonies.) ⸻ Verse IV Then the shoreline started fading, Morning leaking through the gray. The universe grew distant, As if pulling me away. The voice returned one final time, “No soul arrives by accident. Every breath you’ve been entrusted with Still belongs to purpose. When your final hour truly comes… You won’t have to ask.” ⸻ Final Chorus Not yet… There’s fire left to breathe. Not yet… There’s more beneath belief. The road keeps bending, Every scar becoming Part of who you’ll be. Go live… Until the day Life finally sets you free. Not yet… Not yet… Not… Yet… ⸻ Outro – Acoustic Guitar Morning broke through the window. My heartbeat… Louder than yesterday. I smiled… Not because I escaped death… But because… Life… Had chosen me one more time.
