[Verse 1] I found the note beneath the drawer, A list of promises from years before. Some I kept, some slipped away, Some still ask me what I’ll do today. [Pre-Chorus] I count the hands I held too tight, The doors I closed, the times I tried. If I can face the whole of me, Is there room for who I’m trying to be? [Chorus] Can I call myself a good person With both sides of the ledger in view? All the harm I wish I could undo, All the small good things I followed through. I’m more than the worst thing I have done, More than every bright thing I’ve begun. Can I live with the truth and still choose To be someone kinder than I used to? [Verse 2] I remember how I let you down, The hurried words that cut too loud. I remember stopping in the rain To help a stranger lift a broken frame. [Pre-Chorus] Neither cancels out the other one; The tally isn’t finished when the day is done. I can name the wreckage, make repair, And keep showing up with honest care. [Chorus] Can I call myself a good person With both sides of the ledger in view? All the harm I wish I could undo, All the small good things I followed through. I’m more than the worst thing I have done, More than every bright thing I’ve begun. Can I live with the truth and still choose To be someone kinder than I used to? [Bridge] Not a pardon carved in stone, Not a verdict made alone. I’ll ask, I’ll listen, I’ll make amends, Then meet the morning and begin again. [Final Chorus] I won’t call myself a good person Just to make the harder questions small. I’ll own the hurt, repair what I can, And answer with my actions after all. I’m more than the worst thing I have done, Still responsible for what comes next. If goodness lives in choices made, Let tomorrow find me trying again. [Outro] The page stays open on the table. I’ll write the next line as I’m able.
