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My palms have hit the dirt a hundred times
They bloom with calluses, my little signs
I trade my silly pride for humbler grace
And find my calm in every open space
The cracks in the sidewalk used to catch my feet
I'd curse the tiny stones and blame my luck
But now I see those bumps are just a beat
The rhythm that my heart has always struck
The potholes in my road are deep and wide
But every one of them has taught my stride
To slow down when the bends begin to show
And trust the balance that I've come to know
My palms have hit the dirt a hundred times
They bloom with calluses, my little signs
I've learned that every stumble is a start
No perfect road, just the rhythm of my heart
My palms have hit the dirt a hundred times
They bloom with calluses, my little signs
I trade my silly pride for humbler grace
And find my calm in every open space
The potholes in my road are deep and wide
But every one of them has taught my stride
To slow down when the bends begin to show
And trust the balance that I've come to know
My palms have hit the dirt a hundred times
They bloom with calluses, my little signs
I've learned that every stumble is a start
No perfect road, just the rhythm of my heart
My palms have hit the dirt a hundred times
They bloom with calluses, my little signs
I trade my silly pride for humbler grace
And find my calm in every open space
