Verse 1 I used to chase the horizon line, Thought that the answers were just one more sign, Running from shadows I couldn't outrun, Mistaking the battles for what I'd become. I carried my pride like a stone in my chest, Never sat still, never let me rest, But the river doesn't rush and the mountains don't fall, And the wisest don't speak till they've listened to all. Chorus Wisdom ain't something you find in a book, It lives in the scars, every wrong turn you took, It grows in the silence between loss and grace, In the lines that the years have been writing your face. Wisdom doesn't shout, it just waits in the rain, It shows up at midnight and calls you by name, You can't buy it young and you can't rush the time, Some things only bloom after seasons of climb. Verse 2 My grandmother's hands told a story of work, Of a love that stayed steady through all of life's hurt, She said "Baby, don't drown in the weight of regret, What the river has washed clean, don't you go fetch." I see it now walking in old familiar roads, How the brave ones ain't fearless, they just carry their loads, How a thousand mistakes can be turned into light, If you stay in the fire long enough to burn right. Chorus Wisdom ain't something you find in a book, It lives in the scars, every wrong turn you took, It grows in the silence between loss and grace, In the lines that the years have been writing your face. Wisdom doesn't shout, it just waits in the rain, It shows up at midnight and calls you by name, You can't buy it young and you can't rush the time, Some things only bloom after seasons of climb. Bridge Let it hurt, let it hollow you out, That's the soil where the knowing will sprout, Every sorrow's a seed in disguise, And the deeper the roots, the higher you rise. You are not what you lost, not the wars that you fought, You are all that you kept and the lessons you bought. Verse 3 Now I walk a bit slower and look at the sky, I ask fewer questions and wave more goodbye, I've learned that the loudest room holds the least, And the ones who've seen sorrow have somehow found peace. I don't need the mountain to prove I can climb, I don't need to win every race against time, Just a chair on the porch and the evening gone gold, And the grace to be grateful for stories grown old. Chorus Wisdom ain't something you find in a book, It lives in the scars, every wrong turn you took, It grows in the silence between loss and grace, In the lines that the years have been writing your face. Wisdom doesn't shout, it just waits in the rain, It shows up at midnight and calls you by name, You can't buy it young and you can't rush the time, Some things only bloom after seasons of climb. Outro Some things only bloom... after seasons of climb, Yeah, some things only bloom... after time.