Young blood ran with the engine high, Chased every storm across an open sky. Foot on the gas, eyes locked ahead, Too many words left better unsaid. Learned the hard way where the line was drawn, Some roads teach you before they’re gone. Time puts weight behind a steady hand, Turns quick reactions into better plans. A restless voice can shake the ground, A steady mind can hold its sound. (hold) Can hold its sound… Now the road gets chosen, not chased down blind, The lane stays steady when the world swerves wide. Less to prove, more to protect, A measured step beats a reckless bet. Cold runs deep when the season turns, Wisdom comes from the miles earned. Still got fire under the surface… (yeah…) Just learned where to let it burn. Old roads carry the weight they leave, Some lessons arrive before they’re believed. Fast replies lose their shine with time, A quiet answer can hold the line. The world keeps moving at a reckless pace, Pulling at patience, testing restraint. Strength ain’t measured by the noise it makes, Sometimes the strongest move is knowing what to save. Years don’t soften what they shape, They carve the excess away. Every mile takes something back, Leaves the pieces that matter intact. That matter intact… Now the road gets chosen, not chased down blind, The lane stays steady when the world swerves wide. Less to prove, more to protect, A measured step beats a reckless bet. Cold runs deep when the season turns, Wisdom comes from the miles earned. Still got fire under the surface… (still got fire…) Just learned where to let it burn. “Quiet control…”
