The Hand Still There

It’s weird… When nothing’s on fire… And you’re still moving. Used to wake up braced for impact Every day felt like a contract Signed in stress, paid in reaction Now it’s quiet… where’s the traction? No alarms but I’m still rising No one pulling, no one guiding Road ain’t gone, just less resistance Feels like space… instead of distance I ain’t lost, I ain’t stuck Just not running out of luck Standing still don’t mean I fell It just means I know it well There’s a hand still there if I need it But I don’t always have to reach it I can stand, I can breathe here Let the moment just teach it No more fighting just to feel strong No more needing to prove I belong I move when it’s right, not from fear But the hand’s still there Used to think I had to fix it Every crack I had to stitch it Now I see what’s mine to carry What to hold and what to bury Some things grow without a push now Some things land without a “how” Opportunities like open doors But I’m not forced like I was before Not ignoring, not afraid Just not rushing every wave I don’t chase what’s meant to stay I just meet it half the way There’s a hand still there if I need it But I don’t always have to reach it I can stand, I can breathe here Let the moment just teach it No more fighting just to feel strong No more needing to prove I belong I move when it’s right, not from fear But the hand’s still there I remember when I needed saving Every second, every craving Now I’m here, not hesitating Just… choosing Not every step’s a climb Not every pause is wasted time Sometimes standing steady Is the strongest thing you’ve created There’s a hand still there if I need it But I don’t always have to reach it I can stand, I can breathe here Let the moment just teach it I’m not lost, I’m not behind I just left that state of mind I don’t run, I don’t disappear But the hand’s still there Yeah… It’s still there. I just don’t need it the same.