Paper Crown Sunday

I walk to the light in a paper crown

Not made for gold, but it fits me now

Every quiet street holds a softer sound

Like the world is waking me up from the ground

I hear my name in the kettled steam

In the shaking leaves and the in-between

There's a kid in my chest with a dandelion grin

Saying, keep going, let the day begin

And I find my courage in simple things

A window cracked open

And the songbirds sing

A hand on my heart

A breath I can't keep

A little bit of hope

When the sky looks weak

I was never meant to be more than enough

Just a paper crown and a morning hush

And I rise

And I rise

With the child inside

I used to wait for a lighter sign

A perfect road, where′s the blinding light?

But the love I need has been here all along

In the warm small truth of a steady song

And I find my courage in simple things

A window cracked open, a songbird sing

A hand on my heart, a breath I can keep

A little bit of hope when the sky looks weak

I was never meant to be more than enough

And I mourn it, hush, and I rise

And I rise with the child inside

If I stumble, let the breeze remind me

Soft can still be strong when it finds me

Every cracked heart

Learns how to mend

And every dawn says, begin again

And I find my courage in simple things

A pocket of light and the way it rings

In the laughter of rain

In the turning page

In the small bracelets that I take today

I was never meant to be more than enough

Just a paper crown and a morning hush

And I rise

And I rise

With a child inside