Stone-Worn Current

[Verse 1]
The map in my mind carved deep, a clear blue line,
But the silver thread before me, barely holds its shine.
Where the bedrock roots once drank, in silent, hidden flow,
Now a whisper through the strata, where the currents slow.
The ancient cedar, reaching, casts a longer shade.

[Chorus]
Oh, this stone-worn current, still you run,
Carrying the echo of a younger sun.
A quiet, patient journey, until the day is done.

[Verse 2]
The moss-wrought stones, they haven't changed their place,
But the channel's memory, wears a thinner face.
I trace the dried-out eddies, where the salmon used to gleam,
A patient, slow erosion, of a waking dream.
A subtle, tidal pull, on the landscape of my soul.

[Chorus]
Oh, this stone-worn current, still you run,
Carrying the echo of a younger sun.
A quiet, patient journey, until the day is done.

[Bridge]
A quiet, slow surrender, like the mountains to the rain,
The ancient, restless longing, washes through my frame.
These deep foundations shifting, where my own past once was sown,
A testament to memory, carved in flesh and bone.
And the silence here, it settles, profound and truly known.

[Outro]
And still, the patient water seeks its way,
Through the strata of this fading, coastal day.