Gratitude

Gratitude

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[Intro] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 1] Perception’s a lens that warps in the glow Of the goals we chase, the ones we outgrow It swings between the now and the what could be Leaves us dangling where the thin air breathes [Verse 2] I’m a ghost in the rush of the do and the grind Deadlines scream loud, they own every kind Of minute I steal to catch my frayed breath The climb’s sharp noise drowns the light beneath [Chorus] Gratitude’s not a smile painted thin It’s a blade that slices the noise we’re in To name the hands, the scars, the quiet grace That stitch up the cracks in the race we chase It’s not ignoring the weight on our chest It’s mining the gold in the mess, in the mess [Verse 3] Ambition’s a scope that narrows the view We squint at the finish, ask "What’s next?" like it’s due But the summit’s a blink, a fleeting high The trail’s where the bones of our story lie [Verse 4] I taste the gravel, the burn in my calves Stumbles that taught me how to not cave The peak’s cold air bites, hindsight’s crystal clear But the climb’s where the real change drew near [Chorus] Gratitude’s not a smile painted thin It’s a blade that slices the noise we’re in To name the hands, the scars, the quiet grace That stitch up the cracks in the race we chase It’s not ignoring the weight on our chest It’s mining the gold in the mess, in the mess [Bridge] The steep slope’s not a foe to outrun It’s the fire that forges the strength we’ve won Lost signs don’t yank us off the path They teach us to trust the voice that won’t snap It’s not pretending the suck isn’t real It’s finding the light where the shadows kneel [Verse 5] Every step’s a choice: to curse or to learn To let frustration burn, or let curiosity turn The trail’s not a wall to tear down and pass It’s a teacher that builds us, slow and last [Chorus] Gratitude’s not a smile painted thin It’s a blade that slices the noise we’re in To name the hands, the scars, the quiet grace That stitch up the cracks in the race we chase It’s not ignoring the weight on our chest It’s mining the gold in the mess, in the mess [Outro] (Instrumental Solo)