Where the Ripples Break

[Verse 1] The river never stills for long, It hums with restless hands, Flickers of trouble catch the surface — Silver wounds beneath a quiet sky. We are stitched from borrowed time, Family roots twist through stone, We lean into the current, Counting ripples that never stay ripples for long. ⸻ [Chorus] One heart, then three, A map of scars across the sea. We mend where we break, We bend where we fall, Drifting through a thousand storms, Trying to float, Without knowing how. ⸻ [Verse 2] The lights flicker — Whole rooms swallowed by dark. We stumble, Crash through fragile days, Gathering broken pieces in our bare hands. We patch, we pour, We build rafts out of shattered glass, And somehow — We sail them. ⸻ [Chorus – repeat] One heart, then three, A map of scars across the sea. We mend where we break, We bend where we fall, Drifting through a thousand storms, Trying to float, Without knowing how. ⸻ [Bridge] Behind every ripple is a story, Behind every wave, A choice — To drown, Or to dance. ⸻ [Outro – soft, fading like mist] The ripples break, The waves rise, Still we float. Still we float.