Verse 1
I packed our lives into a worn-out suitcase,
Boarded a plane before the dawn.
Left behind a house full of hard words,
And a love that had been gone too long.
Now I’m working late and counting pennies,
Trying to make this little paycheck last.
Some days the weight of the whole world finds me,
And all I see are shadows from the past.
Pre-Chorus
But I look out the window at the clouds below me,
And I remember why I flew away.
Chorus
It’s the little reasons that keep me going,
My daughter’s laughter from the next seat.
The way she sings along to the radio,
Making up words and missing every beat.
A sunset painted across the skyline,
Her hand reaching out for mine.
When times get tough and my heart gets tired,
Those little moments remind me why.
Verse 2
The apartment’s small and the walls are thinning,
The future’s still a question mark.
Some nights I sit on the edge of my bed,
Praying for a little light in the dark.
She asks me if we’re gonna be okay,
And I tell her, “Baby, yes we are.”
Though the truth is I’m still figuring it out,
Following hope like a distant star.
Chorus
It’s the little reasons that keep me going,
My daughter’s laughter from the next room.
The way she dances through the kitchen,
Turning worries into memories.
A thunderstorm against the window,
A blanket fort on a Friday night.
When times get tough and my heart gets tired,
Those little moments remind me why.
Bridge
I don’t miss the tears, I don’t miss the fighting,
I don’t miss wondering where I stand.
I’d rather struggle for something better,
Than keep pretending we had a plan.
And maybe the road ahead is longer,
Than either one of us can see.
But every step I take is worth it,
When she’s walking right beside me.
Final Chorus
It’s the little reasons that keep me breathing,
The tiny miracles every day.
A sleepy smile in the morning sunlight,
Her voice when she calls my name.
The world’s still heavy, the bills still come,
And some nights I cry when she’s asleep.
But these little moments are worth living for,
And they’re worth fighting to keep.
Outro
So I’ll keep moving toward tomorrow,
One hard-earned mile at a time.
With my daughter right beside me,
And hope holding the other side.
LilyBeth