Small Steps to the Stars

[Intro – gentle acoustic guitar strum, faint tin whistle melody] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 1 – soft guitar arpeggios, light hand drum] I’ve spent my days by the hearth’s warm glow Tending the fields where the clover grows But a whisper calls from the distant hill Saying there’s more than the mill and the mill [Pre-Chorus – rising violin, subtle bass] I used to think heroes were tall and bold With swords in hand and stories told But the voice says “look at the heart you hold” That’s all you need to unfold [Chorus – full folk ensemble, cheerful tin whistle lead] Small steps can cross the widest sea Kind words can set the lost soul free You don’t need crowns or a knight’s sharp blade To turn the dark into the light’s parade Anyone can be the one to mend The broken threads that the world has bent Give yourself leave to take that first stride Adventure’s waiting, open your eyes [Verse 2 – banjo riff, playful flute interlude] The baker’s boy with the loaf still warm The weaver girl with her thread transformed They’re packing bags for the road ahead Leaving the life they’ve always led [Pre-Chorus – layered vocals, building string section] They don’t know where the path will wind But they know they have to try For the stranger cold, for the friend left behind For the hope that’s hard to find [Chorus – upbeat foot-stomp rhythm, harmonized vocals] Small steps can cross the widest sea Kind words can set the lost soul free You don’t need crowns or a knight’s sharp blade To turn the dark into the light’s parade Anyone can be the one to mend The broken threads that the world has bent Give yourself leave to take that first stride Adventure’s waiting, open your eyes [Bridge – sparse piano, soft vocal harmonies] The world’s not saved by a single hand But by every heart that takes a stand A cup of tea for the traveler worn A helping hand when the storm is born [Interlude – whimsical fiddle solo, light hand claps] (Instrumental Solo) [Chorus – full ensemble, triumphant tin whistle, soaring strings] Small steps can cross the widest sea Kind words can set the lost soul free You don’t need crowns or a knight’s sharp blade To turn the dark into the light’s parade Anyone can be the one to mend The broken threads that the world has bent Give yourself leave to take that first stride Adventure’s waiting, open your eyes [Outro – fading acoustic guitar, faint tin whistle echo] The hearth will wait when you come back home But the world needs your light to be shown