I been writing letters to the parts of me I lost
Every version of myself paid a different kind of cost
I found pieces on the shore where the past washed in
Some I kept some I let go with the wind
I don't hate who I was but I outgrew the skin
Like a tide pulling back just to rise again
I thought healing was a finish line marked in sand
But every wave said start again where you stand
Low tide letters that I never sent
Thoughts I folded but never meant
To bury deep where the water sleeps
But they rise again when the silence speaks
I wrote to the kid who thought pain was a curse
Told him storms don't kill you they just teach first
Wrote to the man who thought failure was death
Said you're breathing that alone is the proof you're blessed
Wrote to the dreams I dropped in the waves
Told them every lost thing can still be saved
Wrote to the scars that still feel new
Said time don't heal but love gets through
Low tide letters that I never sent
Thoughts I folded but never meant
To bury deep where the water sleeps
But they rise again when the silence speaks
Some letters stay unread
Some healing stays unsaid
But the tide brings back what's meant
So I write again and send