[Intro] A river doesn’t keep the water that made it. Maybe that’s how it stays alive. [Verse 1] I kept the letters, kept the clothes, Kept every version I outgrew. Kept old apologies and hopes, Kept making space for what was through. Held every ending in my chest, Like letting go meant loving less. But nothing moves with fists held tight. Nothing new gets room inside. [Pre-Chorus] The river doesn’t mourn each drop That passes underneath. It lets it go because the flow is what keeps water clean. [Chorus] MAKE WAY FOR MORE WATER. Let it run, let it roll. You can love what passed through you without needing to hold. Some things leave to leave you room. Some things end because they do. Open up your hands. Let the old river move. Make way for more water. Make way for something new. [Verse 2] I’ve worn identities too long, Just ’cause they fit me once before. Stayed inside familiar rooms Because I knew the walls and doors. Kept friendships past their season’s turn, Kept little fires that wouldn’t burn. Sometimes loyalty becomes Standing guard beside what’s gone. [Pre-Chorus] A river bends when land demands. It doesn’t call the turning wrong. It finds the space, reshapes the banks, and somehow still keeps moving on. [Chorus] MAKE WAY FOR MORE WATER. Let it run, let it roll. You can love what passed through you without needing to hold. Some things leave to leave you room. Some things end because they do. Open up your hands. Let the old river move. Make way for more water. Make way for something new. [Bridge] Let go doesn’t mean forget. Moving on doesn’t mean regret. Closing doors doesn’t make them wrong. Something can be beautiful and still be gone. The river keeps no photograph Of every place it’s ever passed. It carries minerals, shapes the stone, takes what lasts and travels on. So take the lesson. Keep the love. Leave the weight that weighs too much. You don’t have to drain yourself to prove something mattered once. LET IT MOVE. [Final Chorus] MAKE WAY FOR MORE WATER. Let it rush, let it run. There are things I haven’t met yet. There are songs I haven’t sung. Every ending opens space. Every current changes shape. I can bless what flowed before me without begging it to stay. Make way for more water. There is more along the way. [Post-Chorus] Open hand. Open heart. Let the leaving do its part. River bends. River grows. Life keeps moving when it flows. [Outro] A river doesn’t keep the water that made it. It keeps what the water changed. Then makes way for more.
