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Track 5. Sit With Me

The perfect love exists only in the present moment. Stillness. Connection. The dream grows warmer. More intimate. This track slowly transitions into Track 6.

Track 5. Sit With Me
Published: 2 min read

Performed by Awaken Soul Watchers
 CosmicCrusaderMusic.com (BMI/ASCAP)
©Written, Produced, and Published by Christopher Sopher Media, LLC
Phoenix, Arizona

The perfect love exists only in the present moment.
Stillness.
Connection.

The dream grows warmer.
More intimate.

This track slowly transitions into Track 6.

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Intro (spoken, sparse guitar, ambient)

When the world is busy
and full of noise,
find someone
who will sit quietly beside you.

Not in anger.
Not distracted.
But fully aware.

[Soft guitar swells here. Let the space talk.]

Verse 1 (sung, low and calm)

Be mindful of those
who always need to be heard,
who take your quiet stillness
as a threat.

They challenge silence
from a place of fear,
because peace reminds them
of what they can’t face.

[Slow groove enters here.]

Pre-Chorus (lift, melodic)

Find the ones
who match your frequency,
not the ones
who drain your energy
just by being near.

[Drums tighten slightly. Bass walks.]

Chorus (simple, hypnotic, repeatable)

Sit with me.
Sit with me.

No fixing.
No saving.
No noise to prove we exist.

Just sit with me.

[This should repeat and stretch. Let it loop. This is the hook.]

Verse 2 (sung, warmer)

Take only what you need,
because you are enough.

You don’t outshine.
You match.
You don’t take away.
You give back.

[Let backing vocals hum here.]

Chorus (repeat, fuller)

Sit with me.
Sit with me.

No performance.
No armor.
No running from the quiet.

Just sit with me.

Poetry Section 1 (spoken, band drops back)

Sit with me
not because you need to fix me,
not because you’re bored,
not because silence scares you.

Sit with me
the way the earth holds roots.
Still.
Strong.
Present.

[Let the guitar do slow bends underneath.]

Bridge (sung, emotional center)

I don’t need a savior.
I need a witness.

Not someone who performs love,
but someone who lives it
when no one’s watching.

Poetry Section 2 (spoken, darker tone)

Some sit in silence
because they are whole there.
Others sit in silence
because they’ve run out of noise to perform.

Beware the loud ones
masked in false positivity.
They smile to be seen,
but vanish
when your soul cries softly.

[Band slowly builds tension.]

Chorus (return, strongest)

Sit with me.
Sit with me.

If silence breaks you,
this won’t work.
If presence scares you,
this won’t last.

But if you can sit with me…

[Let this chorus stretch. Jam here. Guitar solo lives here.]

Outro Poetry (spoken, stripped back)

They call it connection
but forget how to feel.
They share space
but not energy.
Not attention.
Not truth.

What I seek
is the one who can sit in that space
and actually be there.

No agenda.
No script.
No escape hatch in their palm.

Just presence.

Because honestly?
I’d rather be alone with my dog
who gives me everything I need.

Unconditional love.
Without competition.

Final Chorus (quiet, almost whispered)

Sit with me.
Sit with me.

Christopher Sopher

Christopher Sopher

Christopher Sopher is a writer, poet, songwriter, photographer, and software engineer living and creating in Phoenix, Arizona. Questions or comments: Email: csopher@sopher.net
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