Verse 1 Morning opens without a sound. Nothing changes… Yet everything does. A leaf lets go, Not because it must, But because Its season has arrived. Verse 2 We spend our youth Running toward tomorrow. Only later Do we learn That tomorrow Has always been Walking beside us. Chorus When the wind becomes still, The heart begins to hear. Not every answer Needs a voice. Some are carried Only by time. Bridge Mountains never hurry. Trees never compete. The river reaches the sea Without asking permission. Perhaps Life already knows The way. Final Chorus So I will wait. Not with empty hands— But with a quiet heart. For the sweetest things Are never rushed. They simply Become.
