No Moment Left

One day the sun gon’ rise like it always do,

coffee on the table, unread messages too.

Plans on the calendar, dreams half-made,

then your name turns quiet on an ordinary day.

So love while the heart still beats in your chest,

say what you mean, don’t leave it unsaid.

Later ain’t promised, no matter who you are,

don’t wait for the ending just to open your heart.

Your last conversation might be nothing deep,

“Call you later,” then you never speak.

Last hug might feel like a regular thing,

no violins, no angels sing.

Last sunset might paint gold on the wall,

you’ll look for a second, then ignore it all.

Thinking tomorrow got another one saved,

but tomorrow don’t answer everybody’s name.

No dramatic goodbye, no perfect close,

no rewind button when the cold wind blows.

No chance to go back and fix what you broke,

or swallow that pride that got stuck in your throat.

You kept the good dishes locked in the glass,

kept the good words buried deep in the past.

Kept waiting for peace, kept chasing the climb,

like life signed a contract guaranteeing you time.

The world won’t stop, that’s the hardest truth,

the streetlights still shine, kids still run loose.

Somebody still laughing, somebody still late,

somebody still mad over bills they gotta pay.

The rain still falls on the roof at night,

planes still fly through the morning light.

Songs still play in a passing car,

even when your body ain’t where your dreams are.

That’s not cruel, that’s just how it go,

life keeps moving with a heavy flow.

The earth never promised to pause for pain,

even mountains don’t bow when they hear your name.

So why hold hate like it’s worth your soul?

Why keep old wounds on remote control?

Why wait to forgive, why wait to call?

Why act like forever belongs to us all?

Bridge

Use the good plates, wear the new shoes,

dance in the kitchen, break your own rules.

Tell them you love them before it’s too late,

stop making your joy sit outside the gate.

Take the picture, take the trip,

kiss the forehead, loosen your grip.

Let go of the weight that was never your crown,

some things ain’t worth taking into the ground.

I’m not saying live reckless, I’m saying live real,

feel what you feel, heal what you can heal.

Don’t make your pride the guard at the door,

don’t make your fear sleep on the floor.

Call your brother, call your mother, call your friend,

say, “I’m sorry,” before the story ends.

Look at the sky like it’s speaking your name,

’cause one day you’ll miss even ordinary rain.

We keep chasing “someday” like it’s paid in advance,

but death don’t care about your circumstance.

It don’t check your schedule, don’t ask what’s left,

don’t care if your dreams still need one more step.

So breathe right now like it matters today,

give love away before it fades away.

’Cause the last time comes dressed like nothing new,

and the last moment never says, “I’m the last one for you.”