I woke up with sunlight tangled in my hair,

And a day that feels louder than my worries ever were.

I’m walking like the pavement’s got a secret smile,

And everything’s humming in its own small style.

So if the clouds are gathering,

Tell them they can wait—

I’m holding something delicate,

And it’s feeling pretty great.

So don’t rain on my parade,

I finally found a little shade

Where the world feels soft enough to hold.

And don’t burst my bubble—

I’ve walked through enough trouble,

Let me drift a little higher than before.

I’m learning how to laugh at things that used to sting,

And how to dance with chaos when it tries to clip my wings.

I swear the sky looks brighter when you choose your own design,

And I’m scribbling constellations just to pass the time.

So if a storm comes stumbling in,

Tell it I’m not home—

I’m busy patching wishes

Into places I outgrew.

So don’t rain on my parade,

I finally found a little shade

Where the world feels soft enough to hold.

And don’t burst my bubble—

I’ve walked through enough trouble,

Let me drift a little higher than before.

And maybe it’s naïve,

But I think joy belongs to anyone

Who dares to keep it close.

So if I’m glowing, let me glow—

The world is heavy, I’m just choosing what I carry.

So don’t rain on my parade,

I built this moment by hand,

And it’s warmer than the noise outside.

Don’t burst my bubble—

I’m light, I’m in no trouble,

I’m floating toward the place I once denied.