Why Am I Here? v.1

Why Am I Here? Original lyrics © 2026 Omar Rivera Colon. All rights reserved. Music background created using “Wonder,” a voice offered by Luke Ferrell. No ownership is claimed over the “Wonder” voice or any third-party elements. The ceiling fan keeps counting something I forgot. One, two, three... another day unlocks. I woke up wearing yesterday, same shirt hanging from the chair. The morning asked me where I am going. I told it, “Anywhere.” I know the names of all my habits, I know which floorboards disappear. I know how to look like I belong here, but I do not know why I am here. Maybe I am more than a calendar turning. Maybe there is something under all this working. Maybe there is a voice beneath the atmosphere. Saying... Why am I here? Why am I here? Was I made just to move from year to year? Why am I here? Why am I here? There is a question in my chest that will not disappear. Here, here, here why am I Here, here, here why am I I tried to build a life from numbers, little proof that I exist. A name beside a small achievement, a photograph I almost missed. I learned to smile before the camera. I learned to answer, “I am fine.” But every room became much louder when I stopped listening inside. Maybe I am more than the things I finish. Maybe I was known before I had a sentence. Maybe Someone heard me before I learned my fear. Saying... Why am I here? Why am I here? Was I made just to move from year to year? Why am I here? Why am I here? There is a question in my chest that will not disappear. I looked for purpose in the hands of strangers. I looked for meaning in becoming useful. I looked for myself in every reflection. But none of them knew my beginning. Then You found me without a spotlight. No thunder. No warning. Just a quiet truth moving through the dark You were there before the question. You were there before my heart. I am not random. I am not wasted. I am not hidden. I am not nameless. I am not random. I am not wasted. I am held. I am held. Now I know why I am here. Not to disappear inside another year. I am here to know You, here to love what You love, here to carry mercy into places without enough. Now I know why I am here. Not because the road will always become clear. I am here because You wanted me, called me, formed me, and stayed near. Here to know You. Here to love. Here to give away what You gave us. Here to listen. Here to serve. Here because Your grace gave breath to my worth. Here to know You. Here to love. Here to give away what You gave us. Here to listen. Here to serve. Here because Your grace gave breath to my worth. The ceiling fan keeps counting. One, two, three But now the morning asks me why I am here. And I finally have something to say.