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Signs In The Wake (CTP)

Lyrics: Signs In The Wake Cry cuts through sleep, Lightning over still waters. Cry cuts through sleep, Lightning over still waters. I rise half-dazed, skin stinging, Life returns, trembling limbs. Floor, truck, shelf—tremors speak in code. Floor, truck, shelf—tremors speak in code. Floor, truck, shelf—tremors speak in code. I am not the storm, But my hands shape currents. I am not the storm, But my hands shape currents. Vigilance etches fragile worlds. Vigilance etches fragile worlds. Every misstep whispers a sermon: Look up, look close, look inside. Look up, look close, look inside. Look up, look close, look inside. I see the grain of sand I am In oceans too vast to measure. I see the grain of sand I am In oceans too vast to measure. Yet the ripple of one choice Presses on the surface of unseen tides. The night hums of temptation and guilt, A song of impulses I cannot deny. The night hums of temptation and guilt, A song of impulses I cannot deny. The breath between heartbeats Carries mercy, unearned and unwavering. The breath between heartbeats Carries mercy, unearned and unwavering. The breath between heartbeats Carries mercy, unearned and unwavering. Miracles perch in the little things: A paw stiff with fear. A seed scattering in her hands. The soft return of life where it almost fled. Miracles perch in the little things: A paw stiff with fear. The soft return of life where it almost fled. I walk the edges of culpability And wonder which shadows are mine And which the hand of something greater, Pulling lessons from the brink. I walk the edges of culpability And wonder which shadows are mine, Pulling lessons from the brink. Even when I falter, The jolts remind me to awaken. Even when I falter, The jolts remind me to awaken. To see what I influence, And what flows beyond my grasp. To see what I influence, And what flows beyond my grasp. I am a witness, A steward of fragile moments. I am a witness, A steward of fragile moments. And in the tremor and the quiet I find the rhythm of the divine Even amid the cracks. And in the tremor and the quiet I find the rhythm of the divine.