Lyric

There's a margin somewhere in the spaces we forgot

In the margins of the margins where the healing takes its slot

Not the spotlight on the stage where all the winners go

But the small and overlooked where deep compassion grows

Grace is not a luxury reserved for those who've earned

It's the breath between the effort, it's the lesson that we've learned

That the value of a person isn't measured by the score

But the way they show up broken and keep walking through the door

Find the margin, find the space where you can breathe

Find the grace that's hiding underneath the need

Not the grand and not the glorious, just enough to be

Margin of the moment is infinity

Small gestures, small mercies, small allowances for rest

Small admissions that we're human, not machines built to contest

Small forgiveness of the failures and the fumbles on the way

Small acknowledgment that struggling is okay today

Find the margin, find the space where you can breathe

Find the grace that's hiding underneath the need

Not the grand and not the glorious, just enough to be

Margin of the moment is infinity