[Verse 1]
Along the market lanes where gulls wear the sun, a humble buyer counts coins like rain
A vendor with scales of silver smiles, gifts him fins and tides without a name
He asks for one, but the shelves unfold in chorus—currents of generosity
The fish slide soft as secrets, glistening in a hopeful sea
[Pre-Chorus]
Whispers rise from wooden stalls, a hum of harbor lore and fate
The buyer lifts a net of dreams, each catch a kinder weight
[Chorus]
I’m but a finder of tides, steady and true
Receive the gift with gratitude, let kindness move through
From market to street, let gratitude be the craft I choose
Beneath the market sun, a quiet lore, a wiser muse
[Verse 2]
When boxes swing and rivers of fish spill light, the crowd parts like a parade
A gang of shadows bows with lanterns bright, their salute a calm serenade
Not threat but honor in their nods, a herald of a hidden deed done well
Their praise circles the buyer like bubbles, stories too tall to tell
[Pre-Chorus]
They speak without a shout or scream, a respectful, measured cheer
That blessing rides the harbor breeze, drawing near and clear
[Chorus]
I’m but a finder of tides, steady and true
Receive the gift with gratitude, let kindness move through
From market to street, let gratitude be the craft I choose
Beneath the market sun, a quiet lore, a wiser muse
[Bridge]
If fame is a current, then I’m afloat, with ballast of grace and goodwill
The vendor’s generosity, the gang’s quiet toast, a pact we chose to fulfill
[Chorus]
I’m but a finder of tides, steady and true
Receive the gift with gratitude, let kindness move through
From market to street, let gratitude be the craft I choose
Beneath the market sun, a quiet lore, a wiser muse
[Outro]
So onward he walks, with nets and names, through streets that ripple with trust
A humble buyer, blessed by many, in mercy and honor he must
