THE ALBUM

I don't know your face yet.

I don't know your name.

But I have walked through enough night

to know I am not the same.

If tomorrow lets me in,

I won't arrive empty.

There are mornings I have not met,

waiting somewhere out of view.

There are versions of my life

I have not made it to.

I am not asking for a promise.

I am not asking for a sign.

I only ask the next door

not to close before its time.

I have carried what was heavy.

I have buried what was gone.

Now I stand before the hours

that have not yet done me wrong.

If tomorrow lets me in,

I will not arrive empty.

I will bring the nights I crossed

and the voice they couldn't end in me.

If tomorrow lets me in,

I won't ask to be the same.

I have lost enough of yesterday

to walk in with my name.

If tomorrow…

lets me in…

Not empty…

not the same…

I have seen the kind of silence

that makes people disappear.

I have learned to keep on breathing

when the road refused to clear.

So if there is a morning

that has kept a place for me,

I won't enter like a stranger.

I will enter honestly.

I don't need a perfect future.

I don't need a golden door.

Just a little room to stand in

and become a little more.

If tomorrow lets me in,

I will not arrive empty.

I will bring the nights I crossed

and the voice they couldn't end in me.

If tomorrow lets me in,

I won't ask to be the same.

I have lost enough of yesterday

to walk in with my name.

Maybe I will still be learning.

Maybe I will still be late.

Maybe every open doorway

comes with something else to face.

But I am done waiting

to become someone allowed.

If tomorrow wants a witness,

I am still here now.

If tomorrow lets me in,

I will not arrive empty.

I will bring the nights I crossed

and the voice they couldn't end in me.

If tomorrow lets me in,

I won't ask to be the same.

I have lost enough of yesterday

to walk in with my name.

I don't know your face yet.

I don't know your name.

But if tomorrow lets me in,

I won't arrive empty.

From me,

to tomorrow.