What If I’m Wrong Verse 1 I’ve been building little worlds Nobody can see. Stacking hope on melodies Only I believe. Some days they sound like freedom. Tonight they sound like noise. I’m sitting with the silence… Wondering if I ever had a voice. Pre-Chorus How many doors Can one heart knock on Before it starts believing Nobody’s home? Chorus What if I’m wrong… What if these hands were never meant To hold the dreams they’ve carried? What if this fire Only burns for me, And nobody else can feel it? Then somewhere… Under all this fear… A quieter voice says, “Keep going.” Verse 2 It’s strange how doubt Can borrow your own voice. It knows exactly Where to make its point. It points at every failure. Every almost. Every “not yet.” Then asks, “Who were you To think you could?” Bridge Maybe faith Was never walking Without questions. Maybe faith Is writing one more song While your hands are shaking. Final Chorus Maybe I’m wrong… Maybe this dream Didn’t come to mock me. Maybe these songs Are finding me Before they find Anyone else. So tonight… I won’t call myself a failure. I won’t bury What still has breath. I’ll write… Even if my heart Has to learn To believe again.
