Lyric

Morning steam

On a chipped blue cup

Sun through blinds

Painting stripes on dust

Breathing slow

As the kettle sings

I remember

I am made of simple things

Peace is in the dishes drying

In the silence after trying

In the breath you almost miss

Right before you taste the kiss

Peace is not a distant shore

It’s this worn-out kitchen floor

Every crack and every line

Saying, “You are still on time”

Traffic hums

Like a tired choir

Screens all glow

With a restless fire

I step back

From the open hand

Turn my phone off

Just to hear my name again

Peace is in the message waiting

When you’re done with hesitating

In the call you choose to take

Even though your voice might shake

Peace is in the walking home

Through a crowd and still alone

Finding in your racing mind

One kind thought you leave behind

Old park bench

Carved-up names and hearts

Kids chase wind

As the daylight parts

Clouds roll slow

Like they’ve nowhere else to be

I let go

Of the war I keep with me

Peace is in the fallen leaves

On your jacket, on your sleeves

In the joke you almost tell

Just to say that all is well

Peace is in the open hand

Reaching out to help you stand

In the tear you never show

Watering the ground below

Bedroom dark

But the clock’s bright grin

Counting doubts

Like a list of sins

I turn toward

The space you leave

Make a promise

To be gentler when I breathe

Peace is in the tangled sheets

In surrender, small defeats

In the way our fingers trace

Troubled stories on a face

Peace is standing where you are

Not a wish on some far star

In the truth that feels like rain

Washing through a tired brain

Let the hurry fade

Let the heavy stay

You can carry less

You can walk away

Every heartbeat says

“Nothing more to prove”

There is quiet strength

Each time you refuse to move