Verse 1 I’ve carried words like heavy coats, Through summer afternoons. Thinking every answer waited Just beyond the next new moon. But silence kept on tapping Like rain against the glass. Not asking me to solve the story— Only let the moment pass. Verse 2 Conversations on the shelf, Letters never sent. Not because they weren’t important, Just because timing said, “Not yet.” Some truths bloom like wildflowers, At their own gentle pace. You can’t hurry honest endings. You can only give them space. Chorus When quiet finds a way, I’ll meet it where it stands. With a stubborn heart, And open hands. I don’t need the perfect sentence, Or every reason why. Sometimes love begins the moment We stop trying to be right. Verse 3 Maybe every road I’ve wandered Wasn’t getting lost at all. Maybe every unanswered question Built the strength to hear the call. The river never argues With the mountain or the sea. It simply keeps on moving, Teaching patience back to me. Bridge There are conversations waiting On the other side of fear. Not to change who we’ve been— Only to help us finally hear. Final Chorus When quiet finds a way, I’ll recognize its voice. Not because it speaks the loudest, But because it leaves a choice. To carry grace instead of armor. To listen more than prove. To trust that peace is something That quietly grows in truth.
