Now the hustle’s lost its sound, I find my peace where quiet’s found. No more mountains I must climb— I crave the simple, I crave the kind, I crave life’s little treasures so fine. (Chorus) I’m winding down, not giving up, Just trading noise for a gentler cup. Sipping stories, tasting time, Feeling the rhythm of a slower rhyme. Winding down, but oh what a ride— Still got some stars left in my stride. (Verse 2) There were battles, there were wins, Late-night talks and joyful sins. Laughter echoing down the halls, And pictures framed on memory’s walls. The world still spins, but I move slow, With open hands and room to grow. My soul’s not done, it’s just refined— I crave the simple, I crave the kind, I crave life’s little treasures so fine. (Chorus) I’m winding down, not fading fast, Just soaking in this spell at last. Trading gold for garden light, Early mornings and restful nights. Winding down, but still in bloom— My heart’s a quiet, sacred room. (Bridge) So here’s to porch swings and peaceful days, To candlelight and twilight haze. To stories shared and hands held tight, To living slow and sleeping right. (Final Chorus) I’m winding down, but still alive, With every breath, I still arrive. In the gentle, I find the divine— I crave the simple, I crave the kind, I crave life’s little treasures so fine. Yes, I’m winding down… But I’m still doing just fine.
