Gift In Every Goodbye

[Verse 1]
Eight years old
Tiny hands
Too soon
We signed our names
In a quiet
White room
I kissed your hair
Tried to learn how to breathe
Never knew love
Could stay when you leave
[Chorus]
There’s a gift in every goodbye
Pieces of you
Still opening eyes
In a heartbeat
In a breath
You are turning death to life
There’s a gift in every goodbye
My baby boy
You’re keeping them alive
[Verse 2]
A woman in D.C
Fading
Falling fast
Your little liver
Gave her days to last
Somewhere in Ohio
Twenty‑seven and afraid
With your left side working
She woke up unafraid
[Chorus]
There’s a gift in every goodbye
Pieces of you
Still opening eyes
In a heartbeat
In a breath
You are turning death to life
There’s a gift in every goodbye
My baby boy
You’re keeping them alive
[Bridge]
Texas sky
Forty‑two
Praying for a chance
Your right side in her
Helped her stand
Helped her dance (oh)
Three new stories
Woven into mine
Every time they wake up
You are there inside
[Chorus]
There’s a gift in every goodbye
Pieces of you
Still opening eyes
In a heartbeat
In a breath
You are turning death to life
There’s a gift in every goodbye
My baby boy
You’re keeping them alive (oh)
There’s a gift in every goodbye
You’re the reason they survive

Tender acoustic ballad with female vocals; soft fingerpicked guitar and warm upright bass, brushed snare barely there. Verses intimate and hushed; chorus opens with airy piano chords and subtle string pad. Light childlike glockenspiel highlights key lines in the hook, with stacked harmonies on the word “alive.”