The River That Asked Why Verse 1 I asked the fish beneath the waves, "Do you know how your breathing stays? How silver gills can catch the air, And turn the water into prayer?" They swam in circles, calm and free, Without a thought of mystery, Living inside a wondrous art, Yet never searching for its heart. Pre-Chorus And maybe we're not different still, Running through habit and through will, Touching miracles every day, Without asking why they stay. Chorus Oh, I don't want to drift like leaves, Carried by every passing breeze, I want to know what moves the sky, I want to know the reason why. From silent forests to machines, Beyond the surface of our dreams, The world unfolds for those who try To be the river that asked why. Verse 2 Some arrive on Tuesday's road, Searching for Wednesday's crowded show, Missing the rhythm, missing the sign, Lost between tomorrow and time. They walk the same worn path for years, Collecting habits, doubts, and fears, Repeating circles in the sand, Never seeing where they stand. Pre-Chorus For every door that knowledge brings, Another thousand hidden things, And every answer we obtain Turns into questions once again. Chorus Oh, I don't want to drift like leaves, Carried by every passing breeze, I want to know what moves the sky, I want to know the reason why. From silent forests to machines, Beyond the surface of our dreams, The world unfolds for those who try To be the river that asked why. Bridge No mind can hold the universe, No book can end creation's verse, Yet every step toward the light Makes darkness smaller in the night. Like a butterfly with wounded wings, Forgotten by the rain it brings, We rise again when we recall The sky was always ours to call. Final Chorus I won't know every secret kept, Nor every road mankind has stepped, But wonder is a faithful guide, A lantern burning deep inside. From nature's hush to scholars' halls, Beyond the laws and concrete walls, Life opens wide for those who try To be the river that asked why. Outro So ask the wind, ask earth and sea, Ask who you are and hope to be, For every journey starts the same— A quiet question, like a flame.
