**Verse 1** In a city built of rain and stone, where old streets keep their names, she keeps the door half-open and the heart she never claims. There’s a chair beside the window, there’s a book with softened seams, and a boy who crossed an ocean with her kindness in his dreams. **Pre-Chorus** She has worn a hundred faces, buried love in borrowed years, learned the shape of every goodbye, learned the discipline of tears. But then he says her name like it hasn’t turned to dust, and the silence starts to tremble in the rooms she never trusts. **Chorus** I am the last leaf, still holding to the tree. I have watched the world fall away, but don’t let go of me. If time is only borrowed, if forever is a thief, then stay until the morning with the last leaf. **Verse 2** He brings coffee, grief, and questions, not a savior, not a crown. Just a man who builds a future from the things that break us down. She has locked away the centuries, the children, wars, and names, but he sees the hidden ledger and does not turn her into shame. **Pre-Chorus** There are objects that remember, there are scars beneath the skin, there are lives we call survival when we’re too afraid to live. And she wants to tell him nothing, but she wants him still to see all the horror, all the wonder, and choose her anyway. **Chorus** I am the last leaf, still holding to the tree. I have watched the world fall away, but don’t let go of me. If love is only mortal, if forever brings no relief, then stay until the morning with the last leaf. **Bridge** When your hands grow old in mine, when the road bends out of sight, will you ask me not to vanish, not to turn away from light? I can’t promise I won’t lose you. I can’t promise not to grieve. But I can open one more door, I can learn again to breathe. **Final Chorus** I am the last leaf, not fallen, not free. I have outlived every season, but something waits for me. If time is only borrowed, let it borrow us tonight. If forever is a shadow, then come stand in the light. I was the last leaf, alone upon the tree. But love does not need forever to change what remains of me. So stay until the morning, stay past disbelief. And when the world begins again, remember the last leaf. **Outro** In the morning, open the door. Let the bell ring once more. The road goes on. The leaf endures.
