[Intro: soft fingerpicked acoustic guitar, sparse, no vocals] [Verse 1] The afternoon sun sat warm on your skin Long before two painted wings settled in No grand arrival, no promise or plan Just a featherlight drop on an open hand You don’t hold still out of patience or pride You hold still because moving feels clumsy inside A small visitor claiming your shoulder as land A fragile horizon where you used to stand [Chorus: same guitar, vocal stays close, no harmony stack] And you feel the world widening out from the noise When you stop chasing ghosts and the things you pursue Rest has six feet and a rhythm so light And it sings an old song that was meant just for you It’s not looking for hands that are open and bare Just a quiet place breathing in afternoon air A touch that vanishes into the air Leaving a ghost that is always there [Verse 2] A dragonfly weighs almost nothing at all Yet turns your whole arm to a mountain, a wall A butterfly sips from the warmth of the sun A brief, silent kinship before it is done Most of us haven’t felt this in years Not because the wings have stopped coming near But because we’re already three sentences ahead And miss where the wings brought their blessing instead [Chorus] And you feel the world widening out from the noise When you stop chasing ghosts and the things you pursue Rest has six feet and a rhythm so light And it sings an old song that was meant just for you It’s not looking for hands that are open and bare Just a quiet place breathing in afternoon air A touch that vanishes into the air Leaving a ghost that is always there [Bridge: one low cello line, no build, vocal almost spoken] If you’re always running, you only feel air When the flight is already no longer there No ledger of loss, no regret in the chest Just a gentle reminder of how we are blessed When we learn how to stay… When we learn how to stay. [Verse 3: single picked guitar notes, very quiet] A brief hesitation, a flicker of light A liftoff that leaves no goodbyes in the night You feel the spot ghosting long after it’s gone Where something alive found a place to belong [Outro: slowing fingerpicking, fading to silence, no final swell] It only lands when you want nothing at all When your hands are turned down and your shadows fall An edge of a wing A momentary stay A sudden takeoff… that stays.
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