Corkboard Pushpin

[Intro]

(Click) Corkboard pushpin —

Someone left one for me

[Verse 1]

Morning light on a crowded board, my flyer corners curling soft,

I reach for tape that isn't there — then find a silver pin;

One quiet click against the cork, the paper sits up straight,

If kindness fits in metal small, then I can start my day.

[Pre-Chorus]

Hold the pin... breathe in...

Ready.

[Chorus]

Corkboard pushpin, click — I'm walking in,

Little silver help against my palm;

Someone left one for me, someone left one for me,

If the board feels kind, that's fair —

Corkboard pushpin, click — I'm walking in,

Sun and cork dust, quiet grin;

Someone left one for me, someone left one for me,

Pin it up and I begin.

[Verse 2]

Lunchtime hall with a softer step, I leave a spare pin near the edge,

For the next hand that needs a hold, no speech, just open space;

I zip my bag like a small parade — no thanks required aloud,

The board keeps secrets made of care in ordinary light.

[Pre-Chorus]

Hold the pin... breathe in...

Ready.

[Chorus]

Corkboard pushpin, click — I'm walking in,

Little silver help against my palm;

Someone left one for me, someone left one for me,

If the board feels kind, that's fair —

Corkboard pushpin, click — I'm walking in,

Sun and cork dust, quiet grin;

Someone left one for me, someone left one for me,

Pin it up and I begin.

[Bridge]

Not every brave thing needs a stage,

Some of them fit in a pin I saved;

Metal and hope in equal parts —

Silver looks good on a starting day.

[Final Chorus]

Corkboard pushpin, click — I'm walking in,

Little silver help against my palm;

Someone left one for me, someone left one for me,

If the board feels kind, that's fair —

Corkboard pushpin, click — I'm walking in,

Sun and cork dust, quiet grin;

Someone left one for me — and I begin,

Pin it up and I begin.

[Outro]

(Click) Corkboard pushpin...

Someone left one.