What Is It Like?

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Verse 1
I walk beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
and I meet myself in that field.
When my soul lies down in that grass,
the world feels too full to speak.
Ideas fade, language softens,
even the thought of “each other” loosens and dissolves.

Verse 2
I keep my eyes on the road.
I keep my passion burning.
I tell myself what I hold inside my heart—
pain and sorrow—
and I stay with it,
for the wound becomes the place where the Light enters me.

Verse 3
There is a candle in my heart, ready to be kindled.
There is a space in my soul, waiting to be filled.
I feel it.
I answer it.

Pre-Chorus
I let myself be drawn by what I love.
I unfold my own myth.
I free myself from worries
and walk through the open door.

Chorus
I rise when the world pushes me to my knees.
I wear gratitude like a cloak.
I sing like the birds sing,
unafraid of who listens.
I respond to the calls that lift my spirit.

Bridge
My wound lets the Light enter.
My spirit answers every call.
I wash myself of myself.
From the heart, I touch the sky.

Tag
I hold on and let go.
I welcome the form that returns.
Through love, I turn thorns into roses.

Verse 1
I step into the field beyond judgment,
where my whole spirit lies open and wide.
In that quiet, my soul stretches like dawn,
and words lose their shape in the light.

Verse 2
I keep my eyes steady on the path.
I guard the fire inside my chest.
I face the ache I’ve carried for years,
and I let the Light enter me through its oldest door.

Pre-Chorus
I follow the pull of what I love—
silent, sure, unmistakable.
I refuse to live inside old stories;
I unfold the myth meant for me.

Chorus
I rise when the world bends my knees.
I wrap myself in gratitude and walk on.
I sing the way birds sing—
just because it frees me.
Every call that wakes my spirit,
I answer.

Verse 3
I ask my heart what I carry—
fear, longing, hope, flame—
and I let each one teach me.
I step through open doors
and leave my old prison behind.

Bridge
I soften like melting snow,
I wash away what no longer guides me.
Only from the heart do I touch the sky.

Tag
Love turns thorns into roses.
Everything lost returns in a new form.
I stay open.
I stay awake.
I stay light.

Verse 1
I walk into the open field inside myself—
the one beyond right and wrong,
where my soul rests in tall grass
and the world grows too full for words.
Here, I remember:
I am the space, not the storm.

Verse 2
I keep my eyes aimed forward.
I tend my inner fire.
I tell my heart the truth of what I carry,
and I let the wound shine its invitation.
Light enters me where I am tender.

Pre-Chorus
I follow the pull of what I love.
It never leads me astray.
I refuse to live inside someone else’s story.
I open my own pages, my own myth.

Chorus
When life pushes me down,
I rise in the perfect position for prayer.
Gratitude wraps around me
and feeds every corner of my life.
I sing as I want to sing—
unafraid, unbound, whole.
I answer every call
that electrifies my spirit.

Verse 3
I unlock the door I once guarded.
I step out of the small room of fear
and into the wide-open space of trust.
I meet the sky with the part of me
that speaks without words.

Bridge
I melt away what dims my view.
I move from the heart
and touch horizons I once doubted.
Everything beautiful becomes clearer
when I choose to see.

Final Tag
I let go.
I hold on.
I change.
I return.
Through love, every thorn becomes a rose—
in my hands,
in my breath,
in my life.


Wrapped in gratitude

Laughing Natives - Stay EP - The Wise Prevail

He reads the room before he speaks a word,
Moves in silence, sees what’s never heard.
Plays the long game, never needs to boast,
Wins by patience more than power most.

He learns from losses, doesn’t chase the flame,
Turns every setback into fuel for gain.
While the loud rush in and burn too bright,
He waits, aligns, then steps at the right time.

Eyes on the horizon, feet firm on the ground,
Knows real strength is staying calm and sound.

The wise prevail, they don’t rush the crown,
They build it slow, stone after stone, inch by inch now.
The smart don’t shout, they let results speak loud,
They rise so clean, don’t need the crowd.
The wise prevail, steady and true,
They see the whole board before they move.
When the noise fades out and the dust is gone—
The calm still stands, the wise move on.

He counts his words like he counts his breath,
Knows every choice deals a little with depth.
Reads between lines, hears what’s unsaid,
Knows when to walk and when to press ahead.

No envy in his eyes, no fear in his stride,
He builds from within, never cuts corners wide.
While others chase luck like it’s owed to them,
He plants the seed and returns again.

Knows every season has its rightful pace,
Growth takes time — and timing’s grace.

The wise prevail, they don’t rush the crown,
They build it slow, stone after stone, inch by inch now.
The smart don’t shout, they let results speak loud,
They rise so clean, don’t need the crowd.
The wise prevail, steady and true,
They see the whole board before they move.
When the noise fades out and the dust is gone—
The calm still stands, the wise move on.

No shortcuts taken, no debt unpaid,
Every win’s earned, every risk well-weighed.
They don’t need luck when the plan is clear,
They trade impulse for a longer year.

The wise prevail when the lights burn low,
When panic wins, they still grow slow.
They master self before control,
That’s how they keep the prize and soul.
The wise prevail, calm and strong,
They don’t break pace — they last long.
When the game is done and the truth is drawn—
The wise remain, they carry on.

Stay - The Wise Prevail

Laughing Natives

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