Lyric

I learned to carry rain in my ribs

And still step out in clean shoes

Some days the road is a slow bruise

Some days it opens like a window

I held my name like a small flame

Through the heavy hours and the noise

Kept my heart in a pocket of thunder

Still heard a thread of joy

When the load gets tall

And the sky feels low

I bend, then rise

I let the hard wind go

Every day, I find my way

Every day, I find my way

Salt turns sweet in time

Every day, I find my way

In the long march of shared tables

And the quiet trade of tired hands

I learned love is not a crown

It is bread passed through the dark

You and I, we are bridges

Over rivers made of doubt

We keep the small light moving

Even when the world drifts out

When the load gets tall

And the sky feels low

I bend, then rise

I let the hard wind go

Every day, I find my way

Every day, I find my way

Salt turns sweet in time

Every day, I find my way

And if the night brings questions

I will answer with my breath

No chain can hold a river

No ache can name my steps

I’ve been stitched by the seasons

I’ve been kissed by the storm

Now I wear my scars like lanterns

Turning cold to warm

Every day, I find my way

Every day, I find my way

Salt turns sweet in time

Every day, I find my way

Every day, I find my way

Every day, I find my way

Love turns hard into gold

Every day, I find my way

Every day, I find my way

Salt turns sweet in time

Every day, I find my way