歌詞

Morning steam

Drifting off a chipped blue mug

Sunlight on the kitchen tiles

Dust dancing like it’s enough

Bare feet

On a floor that knows my name

Slow breath in, long breath out

Nothing here I need to tame

Peace is in the little things I notice

Crumbs on the table, names on the fridge

All this living, hiding in the simple

And I feel all right, standing on this bridge

Old road

Cracks filled in with moss and rain

Wind folds letters in my coat

Whispers I don’t have to explain

Clouds move

Changing shapes above the field

I wave back, just for fun

Heart learning how to yield

Peace is in the little things I notice

Mud on my boots, a slow-burning wish

All this living, salted with the ordinary

And I feel all right, standing on this bridge

Park bench

Paint peeling where two hands met

Laughter from the distant swings

Pulls me out of what I forget

I sit

Between the noise and drifting leaves

Let the world rush past the path

I choose how my chest believes

Peace is in the little things I notice

Names on the wood, a dandelion twist

All this living, scribbled in the margins

And I feel all right, standing on this bridge

Late light

Folds itself along my wall

Dishes stacked, the day half-done

But I don’t mind the imperfect fall

I hum

To the rhythm of my breath

Every flaw a gentle thread

Weaving comfort out of mess

Peace is in the little things I notice

Hands that are tired, love in the midst

All this living, fragile and stubborn

And I feel all right, standing on this bridge

If I lose my way again (Oh, I might)

Let a chipped cup, a cracked road

A stranger’s smile on the way home

Remind me

The world is kind, in pieces

And that’s enough to carry me tonight