Verse 1
I keep my hand on the wheel real tight,
White-knuckle days, sleepless nights,
I tell myself this grip is care,
That if I loosen, nothing’s there.
I’ve learned to run on pressure and fear,
Call it purpose, call it gear,
But somewhere deep I start to know
This ache is not what makes me go.
Chorus
If I let go, will I fade away?
Lose the spark that gets me through the day?
If I stop pushing, will I stall?
Or is this grip not driving me at all?
Verse 2
I’ve seen the quiet moments scare me most,
When the whip falls silent, so does the boast,
No list, no edge, no proving flame,
Just breath that doesn’t say my name.
But every time I pause to feel,
Something moves that feels more real,
Not loud, not fast, not over-bold—
Just a pull that doesn’t scold.
Chorus
If I let go, will I lose my way?
Or find a step that doesn’t fray?
If I stop forcing every start,
Will something else ignite the heart?
Bridge
Maybe drive was never strain,
Maybe care don’t need a chain,
Maybe what I called control
Was fear afraid to trust the whole.
Final Chorus
So I let go just half a turn,
Not to quit, just to learn,
And the wheel keeps moving slow,
Like it always meant to go.
I didn’t lose what made me start—
I lost the ache, I kept the heart.
Outro
Hands open.
Still moving.
