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THE COAT I CARRY

Verse 1

A song was playing softly

When my child looked up at me:

“Mama, where is my coat

Like the one upon the melody?”

I held his little hands in mine

And searched his wondering eyes:

“My son, your coat is all your days,

Still forming as you rise.”

Pre-Chorus

Every road will leave a thread,

Every season, leave a shade;

And even colours born from tears

Have their place in what is made.

Chorus

This is the coat you carry,

Stitched with laughter, loss and grace;

Coloured by the roads you travel,

Woven through each time and place.

Wear it proudly, wear it freely;

Let no colour bring you shame.

For every thread becomes a story,

And every story bears your name.

Verse 2

There will be days of golden light

When every dream feels near,

And nights of blue so deep and still

You cannot see them clear.

There will be red for courage,

Green for all the ways you grow,

And silver for the quiet truths

Only passing years will show.

Pre-Chorus

You may never choose the weather

Or the burdens you must bear,

But you can choose the love you carry

And the colours that you wear.

Chorus

This is the coat you carry,

Stitched with laughter, loss and grace;

Coloured by the roads you travel,

Woven through each time and place.

Wear it proudly, wear it freely;

Let no colour bring you shame.

For every thread becomes a story,

And every story bears your name.

Verse 3

One day you may find a child

Standing where you stand today,

Asking why the world gives joy

Then sometimes takes that joy away.

Tell them life is still becoming,

There is more than what is known;

The heart can turn its deepest wounds

Into colours of its own.

Bridge

The richest things are seldom bought;

The finest cloth is rarely seen.

It is made from hands that held us close

And hopes that kept us dreaming.

From every fall that taught us strength,

From every hand that helped us rise,

From love that stayed when days grew dark

And brought the morning to our eyes.

Final Chorus

This is the coat we carry,

Stitched with laughter, loss and grace;

Coloured by the lives that touch us,

Woven through each time and place.

Wear it proudly, wear it freely;

Let no colour bring you shame.

For every thread becomes a story,

And every story bears your name.

Outro

When tomorrow brings a morning

And the world begins anew,

Choose another hopeful colour—

Let the light come shining through.

Keep on walking, keep becoming,

Through the sunshine and the rain;

For the coat you carry tells the world

You have lived, and loved, again.