Alright

A ballad about falling, surviving, and finding your way back

There are nights when a dream falls apart in your hands. You smile so no one can see how much of you is breaking underneath. You ask the sky for answers, and it gives you rain. From that place - with nothing left to prove - a small voice whispers: You'll make it through.

"Alright" begins here. In a quiet room where only the heart still makes a sound. Failure was not the ending that was feared. It was the truth that had been avoided for years. Life is not a straight line drawn in gold - it bends, it burns, it leaves you cold.

"I'll be alright" is not a hollow reassurance. Maybe not tonight. But still here. Still alive. One step at a time, finding light even in the dark. Broken doesn't mean the end.

Then the words change. Not "I'll be alright" - but "I am alright." The past is carried, but not as shame. The fire was walked through, and you made it out. Every fall taught you how to rise.

For anyone who has ever hit the ground and wondered if they could get back up - a song that sits with you in the dark, and walks you toward the light.