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The days were long and every hour was loud
The worries made a fog around the crowd
But then I noticed how the rain would pass
And make a silver mirror on the grass
The oak along the path has grown in rings
It never asks the season for the spring
It bends with every storm and stays upright
And then the calm arrives without a fight
The tide goes out and lets the shells all dry
The wind has pulled the clouds across the sky
And I can feel the weight become a breeze
The tension in my shoulders starts to ease
The tide goes out and lets the shells all dry
The wind has pulled the clouds across the sky
And I can feel the moments turn to grace
The quiet of the day is my own space
The oak along the path has grown in rings
It never asks the season for the spring
It bends with every storm and stays upright
And then the calm arrives without a fight
The tide goes out and lets the shells all dry
The wind has pulled the clouds across the sky
And I can feel the weight become a breeze
The tension in my shoulders starts to ease
The tide goes out and lets the shells all dry
The wind has pulled the clouds across the sky
And I can feel the moments turn to grace
The quiet of the day is my own space
