Verse 1
We all wake up with an empty cup,
Sittin’ on the windowsill of dawn.
Some chase rivers made of silver,
Some count everything they’ve drawn.
But I’ve found gold in quiet mornings,
Steam risin’ from an old coffee pot.
Funny how the smallest drops of living
Fill the places money does not.
Pre-Chorus
It’s never one big wave that changes everything…
It’s a thousand little ripples learning how to sing.
Chorus
Fill my dream cup slow, don’t let it overflow,
With porch-light laughs and roads that wander home.
A sunset melting into your eyes,
Your hand reaching over to find mine.
One more story, one more smile,
One more memory worth the miles.
When my last day’s finally done,
I won’t count dollars—I’ll count love.
That’s what fills my dream cup.
Verse 2
A child laughing down the hallway,
Old dogs sleeping by the fire.
Rain tapping on a cabin rooftop,
Friends singing a little off-key choir.
Every scar’s another fingerprint,
Every tear becomes a drop of grace.
Every goodbye makes room for gratitude,
Every hello finds its place.
Pre-Chorus
It’s never one big wave that changes everything…
It’s a thousand little ripples learning how to sing.
Chorus
Fill my dream cup slow, don’t let it overflow,
With porch-light laughs and roads that wander home.
A sunset melting into your eyes,
Your hand reaching over to find mine.
One more story, one more smile,
One more memory worth the miles.
When my last day’s finally done,
I won’t count dollars—I’ll count love.
That’s what fills my dream cup.
Bridge
Dreams aren’t measured by how high we climb,
They’re measured by who walks beside us.
The richest soul ain’t the fullest wallet—
It’s the heart that never stops pouring kindness.
Final Chorus
Fill my dream cup slow, let every moment show,
That heaven hides inside ordinary days.
Coffee shared before the sunrise,
Campfire sparks beneath the midnight sky.
Every hug, every prayer,
Every “I’m so glad you’re here.”
When the final page is turned,
These are the treasures that I’ve earned.
Every little drop became enough…
To fill my dream cup.
Outro
So raise your cup to simple things—
The songs we sang, the love we gave.
Because a life isn’t measured by what we kept…
It’s measured by what filled our cup along the way.
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