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(Gravel-voiced indie folk — melodic, aching, sparse)

Some days I’m standin’ high,

Feelin’ ten feet past the sky.

Air’s thin but it tastes clean—

First real breath I’ve had in weeks.

Lookin’ down on all that pain,

Every storm I walked through rain,

And I think maybe I ain’t been

As breakable as I’ve been tellin’ them.

But mountains shift and hearts do, too—

One wrong step and I’m slidin’ through…

I fall back down in the valley,

Where the quiet hits hard and heavy.

Where the sun feels far and the nights feel long,

And I swear that’s where I belong.

But maybe the climb—rough as it feels—

Is the only place I learn what’s real.

Maybe the gravel in my teeth’s

Just proof that I’m still tryin’ to breathe.

Down there the sky gets mean,

Feels further than it’s ever been.

I forget what daylight is,

Start believin’ I was built for this.

Tell myself the peak was lies,

Just a trick my heart designed—

But maybe breakin’, maybe healin’,

Ain’t things you choose, just things you’re feelin’.

And mountains move like people do—

Risin’, fallin’, changin’ truth…

I fall back down in the valley,

Where the quiet hits hard and heavy.

Where my chest caves in and my hope runs thin,

And I feel like I won’t rise again.

But maybe the fall ain’t losin’ ground—

Maybe it’s where I’m finally found.

Maybe the bruises on my climb

Are how the Lord keeps me in line.

[Bridge] (slow, soft, ghosted)

Maybe I’m both the peak and the low,

Both the blistered feet and the afterglow.

Maybe bein’ torn in two

Is the only way I know what’s true.

Yeah, I fall back down in the valley,

But I keep on climbin’, steady.

Every summit shows the view—

Every valley shows me me, too.

And maybe bein’ broken and tryin’

Is just another kind of survivin’.

Maybe the climb—God knows it’s rough—

Is the only place I learn I’m enough.