Verse 1
How do you hold your peace in the middle of the storm,
when your mind is like an ocean
and the waves don’t keep their form?
When your thoughts are all tornadoes
and your chest forgets to breathe,
and every worst‑case story
feels like something you believe.
Pre-Chorus
They told me “just be positive,”
but that never calmed my soul—
I had to learn to be the stillness
under everything I can’t control.
Chorus
Peace is not when storms are over,
peace is who you are inside.
It’s the choice to sit in silence
when your fear wants you to hide.
It’s the breath you take on purpose,
when your hands begin to shake,
it’s the voice that whispers softly,
“You are safe, you’re still awake.”
On the other side of fear
there’s a freedom wide and real—
you don’t have to stop the thunder
to be calm in what you feel.
Verse 2
How do you stay still when the world is yelling “run,”
when the timeline says you’re late
and your heart says you’re undone?
You put your feet back on the earth,
you put your hand upon your chest,
name the colors in the room
until your heartbeat starts to rest.
Pre-Chorus
You remember you’re the watcher,
not each thought that screams your name,
you can let them pass like thunderclouds
without stepping in the rain.
Chorus
Peace is not when storms are over,
peace is choosing not to drown.
It’s the courage to stay present
when your mind is spiraling down.
It’s the prayer without the answers,
it’s the song without the proof,
it’s the trust that there is Someone
holding steady over you.
On the other side of fear
is a field you’ve never seen—
where your soul can run in daylight
and your heart can finally breathe.
Bridge
So when the thunder in your head
makes it hard to hear your heart,
and anxiety is pulling
every piece of you apart—
close your eyes and feel the center
that no hurricane can touch,
there’s a deeper you that’s watching
who’s not breaking with the clutch.
Tag
You are not the storm,
you’re the sky it’s passing through.
Final Chorus
Peace is not a distant island,
it’s a well inside your chest.
You can drink from it at midnight
when you’re far from feeling blessed.
And the more you choose that stillness
when your terror says “don’t wait,”
the more fear becomes a ladder
to a higher, freer state.
On the other side of fear
lies the freedom to be real—
you don’t have to be unshaken
to be held in perfect peace.
Outro
So let the lightning draw its lines,
let the sky break, let it roar—
you were born with quiet power
to be peace within the storm.
Eduardo_Javier
