Verse 1

If the world strips your maps,

If the tides drown your voice,

If trust is broken where you stand,

If comfort fades like smoke in wind,

Chorus / Bridge

You make your own maps,

You hear the quiet signals,

You guard what matters,

You carry comfort in your hands.

Verse 2

If noise drowns your voice,

If shadows stretch your path,

If hope feels small and far,

If the weight bends your back,

Chorus / Bridge

You rediscover what survives,

You navigate the tides,

You become the quiet hero,

You keep the pulse alive.

Outro / Whispered

Resilience is the steady fire,

Roots clinging after the flood,

A pulse beneath the chaos,

You’ll keep going when most stop.