The Things We Stop Seeing

The Things We Stop Seeing


Verse 1
There’s a pool in the backyard gathering leaves,  
Once a symbol of freedom, now a monument to ease.  
There’s a partner in the kitchen humming softly in the light,  
But I move around their presence like a shadow in the night.  
A plate full on the table, and still I find a flaw,  
Forgetting there are people who would give the world for more.

Verse 2
I see the lonely on the sidewalks watching lovers passing by,  
Hands tucked in their pockets, hiding hunger in their eyes.  
A man without a car dreams of wheels beneath his feet,  
While the driver in the fast lane wants a newer, sleeker seat.  
We’re all reaching for the distance, missing what’s within our hands,  
Blind to quiet blessings scattered softly where we stand.

Chorus
And suddenly I’m waking up —  
Happiness was never in the things I chased.  
It’s in the way I learn to see  
The miracles I let slip through the day.  
I’ve been living like the world owed more,  
But joy was waiting in the life I’m in.  
Gratitude’s the doorway I’ve ignored —  
And everything begins  
When I see the things I stopped seeing.

Bridge
Then came the moment loss brushed close,  
A name I loved turned into memory and ghost.  
And in that silence, I finally understood:  
Nothing here is promised, not the bad or the good.  
Every breath, every voice, every ordinary scene  
Is a fragile little miracle we forget to keep.

Final Chorus
Now I’m learning how to open up —  
To the love, the light, the simple grace of being.  
I don’t need a different life to feel enough;  
I just need to keep my eyes from leaving.  
I was searching for a world out there,  
But the truth was always whispering within.  
Gratitude’s the doorway to repair —  
And joy begins again  
When I see the things I stopped seeing.