[Intro] It starts as a whisper, a flicker in the dark, A quiet coal still waiting on a spark. [Verse 1] You’re carving out a canyon with the rivers of your mind, Letting every “maybe not” fall quietly behind. They swear the world is solid, but it’s slipping through your hands, Like footsteps on a shoreline, like castles made of sand. Somewhere in your thoughts, you’re the ink and you’re the page, Learning how to breathe beyond a self-built cage. [Chorus] The thought becomes the vision, the heart hears the call, You’re shaping every moment, every rise and every fall. There’s something in your feeling, turning grey into gold, And the life that you’re dreaming is already getting close. [Verse 2] Don’t just trace the horizon—be the rising sun, Some races aren’t decided when the finish line is run. Whatever you’re feeling starts the frequency you hum, Like tomorrow in your chest, beating out a tribal drum. When you’re reaching a little higher, walls begin to fade, You step into the light of the chances that you made. [Bridge] Imagination isn’t somewhere you escape, It’s the quiet first sketch of the life you’re trying to shape. Every image you carry is learning how to breathe, Turning silver into something solid underneath. [Final Chorus] The thought becomes the vision, the heart hears the call, You’re shaping every moment, every rise and every fall. There’s something in your feeling, turning grey into gold, And the life that you’re dreaming is already coming home. Yeah, the life that you’re dreaming is already coming home. [Outro] Think it into being. Feel it drawing near. Even when you doubt it, See the world you’re building here. The blueprint… is you.
