Tides

Verse 1

Where the earth surrenders to the sea,

I finally remembered how to breathe.

No one calling, no one pulling,

Just the tide unfolding me.

Morning found me walking barefoot,

Following the gulls instead of time.

Coffee in a weathered café,

Watching daylight paint the tide.

Pre-Chorus

One wave…

One page…

One quiet heart awakening.

Chorus

I’m learning my own rhythm,

The one I almost lost.

The ocean isn’t asking who I’ve been,

It only asks me to come as I am.

One brushstroke.

One song.

One prayer carried on the wind.

I’m returning…

Again.

Verse 2

Watercolors on the table,

Books scattered like old friends.

Every chapter teaching gently,

Some stories don’t need to mend.

Spirit speaks between the silence,

Not in thunder, but in tide.

Everything I thought I’d buried

Was waiting here alive.

Bridge

Maybe healing isn’t climbing mountains.

Maybe healing’s learning how to stay.

Long enough to hear your own heart whisper,

“I’ve been here all along… this way.”

Final Chorus

I’m learning my own rhythm,

Growing roots beneath the sand.

Every wave leaves something different,

Every sunrise takes my hand.

One wave…

One page…

One brushstroke at a time.

I’m returning.