[Verse 1]
He came with a ledger beneath his arm
Dust on his coat, no trace of alarm
Said, “I’ve walked through every locked bedroom door
I’m here for the name that you answer for”
I saw the blade tucked under his sleeve
A quiet appointment I wouldn’t believe
He raised one hand and the room went still
“Give me one reason I should spare your will”
[Pre-Chorus]
I had no sermon, no sacred sign
Just a handful of moments I could testify
[Chorus]
There is good in the world, I have seen it
In a stranger kneeling beside a wreck
In a child giving half of her dinner
To a dog with a tremble in its neck
There is good in the world, don’t erase me
I’m not clean, but I’m more than my worst
If you came to collect what is left of my soul
Then let me show you what it’s worth
[Verse 2]
I told him about the nurse on the late shift
Who learned every patient’s mother’s name
About the old man fixing a neighbor’s gate
Though his own hands shook from the strain
I told him my brother called after seven years
No apology, just “Are you awake?”
We sat on the kitchen floor till sunrise
Two broken people choosing what to save
[Pre-Chorus]
The reaper listened, his fingers unclenched
The ink on his ledger began to fade
[Chorus]
There is good in the world, I have seen it
In a bus driver waiting through the rain
For a woman running with a paper bag
And a little boy limping behind the train
There is good in the world, don’t erase me
I’m not clean, but I’m more than my worst
If you came to collect what is left of my soul
Then let me show you what it’s worth
[Bridge]
He said, “You praise the sparks while the whole house burns”
I said, “A spark is enough if somebody learns
To cup both hands, to carry it through
To make a small light for somebody new”
He looked toward the window, where morning pressed
A thin gold line through the darkness
Then he closed the ledger against his chest
And asked me, “Who taught you this?”
[Final Chorus]
There is good in the world, I believe it
Even when the proof comes bruised and late
In the hand that reaches back through the wreckage
In the heart that refuses to shut its gate
There is good in the world, come and see it
Take my name from the page you cursed
I won’t promise perfection or pretend I’m unhurt
But I know what a living soul is worth
[Outro]
He left with the dawn in the shape of a warning
No angel, no pardon, no choir above
Just one empty page where my name had been written
And a world still asking for love