Step by gentle step I move,
The air still hums the proof I prove.
No rush remains no storm to chase,
I walk inside my given pace.
The quiet keeps my heartbeat slow,
The smallest peace begins to grow.
The path is kind the ground is warm,
I do not need to fear the storm.
Step by gentle step I climb,
Turning hurt to steady rhyme.
Through the hush I find my way,
Toward a softer kind of day.
The sky recalls each fragile try,
But now I understand the why.
Each fall was just the earth’s embrace,
A place to rest inside its grace.
I pause to breathe I start again,
The quiet road forgives my pain.
My pace is slow but it is true,
And every step belongs to me.
Step by gentle step I climb,
Turning hurt to steady rhyme.
Through the hush I find my way,
Toward a softer kind of day.
Peace is not a finish line.
It’s how I hold this heart of mine.
The quiet keeps my spirit whole.
Slow mercy stitching up my soul.
Peace is not a finish line.
It’s how I hold this heart of mine.
The quiet keeps my spirit whole.
Slow mercy stitching up my soul.
Step by gentle step I rise.
Light is settling in my eyes.
I am here and I am stayed.
See the healing that I’ve made.
Step by gentle step I rise.
Light is settling in my eyes.
I am here and I am stayed.
See the healing that I’ve made.
Step by gentle step I rise.
Light is settling in my eyes.
I am here and I am stayed.
See the healing that I’ve made.