Passing Through the Light

Verse 1

Morning light slips through the cracks again,

Dust in the air like borrowed seconds.

I watch the shadows stretch and fade,

Another moment softly slips away.

Every laugh, every tear I’ve known,

Feels like a whisper once it’s gone.

I hold the now but it won’t stay,

It always finds a way to drift away.

Pre-Chorus

Every heartbeat writes a line,

In a story runnin’ out of time.

I’m learnin’ how to let it be,

This fragile, beautiful brevity.

Chorus

We’re just passin’ through the light,

Here for a breath, gone by night.

Like a song the wind can’t hold,

Like a fire that warms, then turns to smoke.

Oh, this life—so wild, so brief,

So heavy with wonder, so light with grief.

Every moment begs us to stay awake,

‘Cause this beautiful life is what we make.

Verse 2

I’ve chased the days like they were mine,

Tried to outrun the hands of time.

But even love can’t slow the sun,

Or stop the setting once it’s begun.

I see forever in my children’s eyes,

Then feel the ache of goodbyes.

Every ending, every start,

Leaves its fingerprints on the heart.

Pre-Chorus

I don’t wanna miss the sacred small,

The quiet grace inside it all.

Teach me how to truly see,

What’s right here in front of me.

Chorus

We’re just passin’ through the light,

Here for a breath, gone by night.

Like a wave that meets the shore,

Only to return once more.

Oh, this life—so fierce, so kind,

A fleeting spark in the great divine.

Every second more than it seems,

If we live it like it means something.

Bridge

If tomorrow never comes my way,

Let it be said I loved today.

Let it be known I gave my all,

Even when I felt so small.

I don’t need forever in my hands,

Just purpose where I stand.

(music drops to near silence here)

Final Chorus

We’re just passin’ through the light,

But oh, what a gift—this sight.

Every breath a borrowed flame,

Every soul a sacred name.

So I’ll live wide-open, heart awake,

In every step and every ache.

‘Cause this beautiful, fleeting life—

Is holy in its passing by.

Outro

(soft, almost spoken)

I was here…

I was loved…

And that was enough.