Verse 1 Thank you for the mornings when I didn’t want to rise, but something in my spirit still lifted up my eyes. Thank you for the silence when I thought I’d lost my way, ’cause in the quiet I could hear what my own heart had to say. Pre-Chorus I used to curse the valleys, now I bow my head instead. Every low became a lesson, every tear a word unsaid. Chorus Grateful for the journey, not just for the wins. For the doors that never opened and the ones that closed me in. For the nights I felt abandoned but still made it through the dark, ’cause that’s where I found purpose beating softly in my heart. Thank you for the human in me, fragile, scared, and brave, for the mess that turned to meaning and the soul that got remade. Verse 2 Thank you for the people who arrived then had to go, they were mirrors, they were teachers, even when they hurt me so. Thank you for the failure that embarrassed me back then, now it’s just another chapter in the book that made me, me. Pre-Chorus I don’t need a perfect story to be worthy of this breath, I just need an open heart that keeps on loving through the stress. Chorus Grateful for the journey, not just for the wins. For the days I almost gave up but chose to try again. For the storms that shook my planning and the plans that fell apart, ’cause that’s where I met the real me standing barefoot in the dark. Thank you for the questions with no easy, clear reply, they taught me that my compass lives somewhere behind my eyes. Bridge If this is all a classroom, then every breath’s a note, every heartbreak is a poem that my higher self once wrote. I’m not here just for the highlight reel that everybody sees, I’m here to feel it all and fall in love with being me. Final Chorus Grateful for the journey, for the magic and the mess. For the hunger and the healing, for the “no” and for the “yes.” For the times I walked in circles just to end up where I’m from, and realized that every detour was still leading me back home. Thank you for this human life, this temporary skin and bone, for the chance to taste the mystery before I finally go back home. Outro So if tomorrow breaks me, I’ll still whisper through the pain: thank you for the lesson—let it shape me once again.

Gratitude