Verse 1
Some folks chase the finish line, certain they need a crown,
Others pray for perfect skies to keep from sinking down.
But sometimes all a river gives is mystery and shore —
A quiet drift through open space, a hand that offers up an oar.
Pre‑Chorus
Maybe “deserve” isn’t treasure, maybe it’s not a dream —
Maybe it’s the right to float awhile on a half‑forgotten stream.
Chorus
If all that’s ever given is an oar and a quiet shore,
The slow‑moving water still becomes a kind of “something more.”
And when the river widens out and pulls a traveler far —
Fear and drift can still be trusted, like the oar that’s carried them this far.

Verse 2
There’s a whisper in the human heart: “You’ve earned a little more,”
A sense that storms and silent nights have balanced some old score.
Yet reaching for a bigger world can shift the banks again —
And wanting something larger feels like shedding who we’ve been.
Pre‑Chorus
For “more” can feel like danger, even when it’s what we seek —
A wider stream that calls our name but shakes us at the knees.
Chorus
If all that’s ever given is an oar and a quiet shore,
The slow‑moving water still becomes a kind of “something more.”
And when the river widens out and pulls a traveler far —
Fear and drift can still be trusted, like the oar that’s carried them this far.

Bridge
Sometimes the heart feels unworthy, sometimes guilt will steer the wheel,
Sometimes “more” can change the current, make old scars start to heal.
But circles only hold us when we’re shrinking back from light —
And rivers offer sweetness when we dare to taste the night.

Final Chorus
If all that’s ever given is an oar and a quiet shore,
There’s still a kind of gratitude in drifting toward “what’s more.”
And when the river widens out and the world feels less unsure —
A traveler learns the current’s truth:
we’re allowed to want “a little more.”

Our Worth

Disc-Overy

Brainwashed

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