Between the Shifts

[Verse 1]
You’re not your job, though the silence says you are
The mornings stretch like miles beneath a stopped alarm
No desk, no badge, no paycheck with your name
But you are still here, and you still count the same

[Chorus]
To the ones between the shifts, between the plans
You’re more than what you do, more than what you have
Take today one breath at a time
You don’t have to earn the right to be alive

[Verse 2]
Some days the bills talk louder than your friends
Some days “What are you doing?” never ends
You can send one more résumé—or not tonight
Rest is not a failure; you’re allowed to pause the fight

[Bridge]
This chapter isn’t all the pages you will write
Your worth was never waiting on a hiring reply

[Outro]
To the unemployed: you still belong
Even in the waiting, you’re not alone