Come with me to the little creek
Where my thoughts are running free.
They might run swift or they might run deep,
But these waters wind their way through me.
When we reach the hill, we'll follow it down.
Cross the rough and rocky ground.
Get a little bit lost and a little bit found,
But it evens out when we hear that sound.
Why are we so scared to search our centers?
It may seem so, but every door you enter
You find a piece of something inside you never knew.
Keep moving through.
You've got your pain, I've got mine.
It's hard to say it'll work out fine.
But we can share the load when we share a sigh.
At the creek our dreams are by design.
It flows in you, and it flows in me.
Some days you will find it, some days it's hard to see.
There's twists and there's turns and there's lessons to learn by the creek.
Take a breath and think.
Please don't be so scared to search your center.
Let those seeds grow, 'cause every door you enter.
You find a piece of something inside you never knew.
Keep moving through.
Believe it's true
I know that you
Will keep moving through.
Make a little change at the little creek.