[Verse 1] You came out wearing two kinds of weather, Six small feet and a pair of thin sails. The garden rose on its bright-wing schedule; You took the root-path under the rails. [Pre-Chorus] They called you unfinished, a sketch in the margin, But you found where the wet earth meets air. [Chorus] Keep the legs that remember the ground, Keep the wings that can feel what is coming. You don’t have to rise like the rest of the crowd— There are roads in the places they’re leaving. Step by step, let the next shape arrive; You are more than the form they expected. Not a mistake on the way to a life— You’re a map with a route they neglected. [Verse 2] You crossed the fern shade, climbed a stone wall, Slipped through the reeds where the small streams divide. When the high air thinned, you had somewhere to land; When the path disappeared, you could still go inside. [Bridge] I’ll take what I am into what I can’t know, No waiting for perfect to give me the go. [Final Chorus] Keep the legs that remember the ground, Keep the wings that can feel what is coming. I don’t have to rise like the rest of the crowd— There are roads in the places they’re leaving. Step by step, let the next shape arrive; I can meet every mile as myself. Not a mistake on the way to a life— I’m a map no one else could have felt. [Outro] A map with a route they neglected.
