Spilled my coffee, laughed instead,
Guess the day’s one step ahead.
Missed my train but I caught my breath,
Life keeps saving me from myself.
Maybe the plan was never mine,
Maybe I’m learning by design.
The glass is half full anyway,
Let the light pour through my veins.
Every wrong turn finds its way,
Half full, half full anyway.
Words can hurt but make me real,
Cut so deep, they help me heal.
Every shadow shapes the flame,
Every loss still knows my name.
Maybe the rain is how we pray,
Falling down to rise again.
The glass is half full anyway,
Let the choir of hearts replay.
Every night still births the day,
Half full, half full anyway.
Lift me up, I’m not afraid,
I’m learning grace in my mistakes.
All I need is here to stay,
Half full, half full anyway.
The glass is half full anyway,
Let the world keep spinning faith.
Every storm rewrites the day,
Half full, half full anyway.
Half full, half full anyway…
Half full, I’ll sing it, come what may.
