Worn Wood Sediment

[Verse 1]
The floorboards creak like old men's bones, a tired, heavy sigh,
Beneath the neon pulse, where broken stories lie.
Years of spilled-out grief, a sediment so deep,
Another forgotten truth, the promises we keep.

[Chorus]
This worn wood sediment, it holds me to the ground,
Where the quiet hum of truth is the only honest sound.

[Verse 2]
The laughter cracks like shale, then settles into peace,
Each weathered face, a strata of release.
No need for polished words, just silence understood,
A pocket full of stone, in this forgotten wood.

[Chorus]
This worn wood sediment, it holds me to the ground,
Where the quiet hum of truth is the only honest sound.

[Bridge]
My father's shadow drinks the same forgotten air,
A deep earth rhythm beating, beyond this fading glare.

[Outro]
Just dust and roots, beneath a muted sun,
Another day is done, another battle won.