Lyric

You pour the kettle

Steam on your glasses

Little chipped mug

Still holding the past

You hum a line

From some old Sunday

And every breath

Arrives at last

Here, where the small things stay

Where the rush runs out of road

You find a quiet flame

That never asks for show

You are the breathing pause

In a world that always speeds

Here in your open hands

Peace becomes a simple need

You text a friend

“Got time for talking?”

They send a heart

Then start to call

The words come slow

But they come honest

You trade your fears

And feel them fall

Here, where the truth feels safe

Where the story can unfold

You find a gentle grace

That doesn’t mind the old

You are the listening space

In a world that loves to shout

Here in your steady gaze

All the storms start walking out

You miss the train

So you keep walking

Counting the cracks

Along the way

A child laughs hard

Chasing a pigeon

You catch yourself

Laughing the same

Here, where the steps unwind

Where the minutes walk not race

You find an easy light

Spilling all across your face

You are the untied knot

In a life of tangled threads

Here in the turning air

Peace is something you can spread

You close your eyes

Before you’re ready

Night on your skin

Like folded cloth

You name your thanks

In broken whispers

It’s not a list

It’s just your heart

You don’t need a perfect answer

Just a breath that doesn’t break

Just a hand upon your heartbeat

Saying, “Stay, you’re allowed to stay”

Here, where the hard days heal

Where the weight can be put down

You find a resting field

On the edge of every town

You are the living proof

That a soul can still be kind

Here in this tender hush

Peace is something you can find