Moonlight spills across the quiet shore,
Silver water breathing in and out.
They whisper of the shadows underneath,
But I only hear the rhythm of the tide.
There are no monsters in the deep,
Just the quiet water, cool and wide.
Even the shark glides, calm and free,
The only darkness we should fear… is ours inside.
The pines don’t speak of hidden teeth,
The wind just moves through branches, low and slow.
We painted fears on every empty trail,
To hide the quiet truth we’ve come to know.
There are no monsters in the deep,
Just the quiet water, cool and wide.
Even the shark glides, calm and free,
The only darkness we should fear… is ours inside.
We draw the lines, we claim the shore,
We call it progress, leave the wild behind.
But in the silence of the things we fear,
We only see the reflection of our own design.
There are no monsters in the deep,
Just the quiet water, cool and wide.
Even the shark glides, calm and free,
The only darkness we should fear… is ours inside.
No monsters in the water…
Just the turning of the moon.
Even the shark finds peace…
When we stop casting stones.
The only wild… is us.
Only us… and the quiet.
Only us… letting go…