I am the one who must live here,
no need to break, no need to tear.
Let walls stand, let windows be,
just breathe, just sit, just let it be.

This space may shift, this space may stay,
but I must live, not drift away.
Step by step, a goal, a dream,
a laugh, a pause, a quiet stream.

If words turn sharp, if echoes sting,
I’ll find the way to mend, to bring
a softer touch, a lighter air—
to speak, to hear, to simply care.

No weight to hold, no past to keep,
just moving on, just running deep.