[Intro – Piano arpeggio + footsteps] (Batiste plays a looping progression that never quite resolves. Footsteps return—closer now, intentional.) I used to think falling meant stoppin’. But I’m learnin’ there’s a way to fall that still takes you where you’re goin’. (Kick enters. Soft.) ⸻ [Verse 1] 🎶 I didn’t land where I planned to be, But I landed closer than yesterday’s me. I lost my balance, not my direction, Grace caught my weight, checked my reflection. Old voice said, “Sit down, you done,” New voice said, “Stand up—we just begun.” I scraped my faith, yeah, I felt the bruise, But even the fall taught me how to choose. I ain’t who I was when I hit that ground, I knew which way I was facin’ when I went down. And that’s the difference between shame and grace— One pull you back, one change your pace. 🎶 ⸻ [Hook – Choir warm, restrained] 🎶 I’m falling forward, even when I fall, Still leanin’ Heaven every time I stall. I don’t retreat, I don’t rewind— I fall toward Christ every time. 🎶 ⸻ [Verse 2] 🎶 There was a time I would spiral and stay, Confuse conviction with walkin’ away. But covenant taught me somethin’ new— You don’t disappear, you realign and move. Grace don’t drag me, grace invite, Say, “Get back up—we still aligned.” And every fall expose what’s weak, So strength can grow where pride used to speak. I ain’t proud of the dirt, but I’m proud I turned, Proud I learned what the furnace earned. If growth was clean, it wouldn’t grow deep, If faith was easy, it wouldn’t keep. 🎶 ⸻ [Hook – Choir fuller, drums steadier] 🎶 I’m falling forward, knees still sore, But I’m closer than I was before. I don’t quit when I lose my stride— I fall toward Christ, not to the side. 🎶 ⸻ [Bridge – French Tenor, lifting, hopeful] 🎶 Je tombe en avant, pas en arrière, (I fall forward, not backward,) Même blessé, je marche en prière. (Even wounded, I walk in prayer.) Chaque chute m’enseigne le chemin, (Each fall teaches me the way,) La grâce me relève—et je reviens. (Grace lifts me—and I return.) 🎶 (Strings rise; brass breathes hope.) ⸻ [Verse 3 – Spoken-rap, grounded confidence] 🎶 I had to unlearn perfection talk, That voice that say, “If you slip, don’t walk.” God ain’t ask me for flawless feet, He asked me which way my soul repeat. So when I fall, I check my face, Make sure I’m still in the right place. Not driftin’, not doubting who I belong, Just slower steps—but still movin’ on. Progress don’t clap, it whisper low, But heaven hear every honest go. And if today all I did was try— That’s forward motion in God’s eyes. 🎶 ⸻ [Final Hook – Choir + strings, gentle lift] 🎶 I’m falling forward, grace in my reach, Every stumble still teachin’ me. I ain’t perfect, I’m still aligned— I fall toward Christ every time. 🎶 French Tenor (held, peaceful): 🎶 Toujours vers Lui. (Always toward Him.) 🎶 ⸻ [Outro – Piano resolves slightly, footsteps continue] Yeah… I didn’t fall away. I fell forward. And I’m still movin’.

FALLING FORWARD