[Verse 1] You fold the map against your knee, Six pale swords beside your seat. The old shore shrinks behind the spray, No answer left to make you stay. [Chorus] Cross the water, carry what you can, Leave the hard ground, take the steady hand. The far bank waits beneath a quieter sky; You don’t need to know the whole way by. [Verse 2] A child sleeps under wool and blue, Your coat is damp, your eyes are too. The ferryman keeps his gaze ahead; The words you couldn’t say stay unsaid. [Chorus] Cross the water, carry what you can, Leave the hard ground, take the steady hand. The far bank waits beneath a quieter sky; You don’t need to know the whole way by. [Bridge] Not every leaving is a loss, Not every crossing makes you free. But turn your face toward open land; Let morning meet you where you’ll be. [Instrumental Solo] [Final Chorus] Cross the water, carry what you can, Leave the hard ground, take the steady hand. The far bank waits; the weather’s turning kind. One quiet mile, and room to change your mind. [Outro] Six swords rest against the side; The shore draws near. The tide runs wide.
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