One Morning More 1

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Verse 1 I was born on a blue thing, spinning in the dark, My very own mind To fill up my heart. I learned how to hunger. I learned how to bruise. I learned that the morning can arrive with bad news. And still, there were moments. I wished time would just freeze. Cause we won’t have forever To feel mud on our knees There were people I loved with their hands full of time, and I just want to keep them. I’ll keep them in mine. Pre-chorus This is my home. I was given my name. I don’t want to be endless. if everything's changed. Chorus Don’t make me a star if I can’t visit the ground. Don’t send me into forever without the ones I found. I don’t want perfect silence. Or a golden shore. I want to be human. Always one morning more. Let me carry their faces. Let me carry their names. Let me carry the laughter, the arguments, the shame. If there’s another existence, if there’s some great unknown, don’t let me wake up, If I came alone. Verse 2 This beautiful planet Filled with life and death. From Laughter at a table. To a loved one’s final breath. The February sadness. Traffic jam at five. The way a body can fail you and still want to survive. I have cursed at the weather. I have wasted many days. I have longed for escape from my ordinary cage. But now the moon looks like a warning. Now the night feels like a door. And every boring hour is something I’d beg for. Pre-Chorus Because what is a soul with no dirt on its feet? What is forever without a pulse underneath? Chorus Don’t make me a star if I can’t visit the ground. Don’t send me into forever without the ones I found. I don’t want perfect silence. Or a golden shore. I want to be human. Always one morning more. Final Chorus Don’t make me become the stars if love has to disappear. Don’t turn me into silence with no one left to hear. I don’t need endless heaven. I don’t need to understand. I need my people beside me with their warm, impossible hands. Let me carry the birthdays. Let me carry the scars. Let me carry the front lawns, the grief, and the guitars. If there’s another existence, if there’s some final door, let it open like Earth did— messy, aching, and yours.