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.