Scaffold Silhouette

[Verse 1]
The screen lit up, a name from old blueprints,
Said, "Saw your face, high on the scaffold, no disputes."
Three years in the ether, a ghost in the frame,
From Malvern brickwork, to bright lights and fame.
Remember the stoop, a makeshift shoring-up post?
Where load-bearing laughter was all we could boast.

[Chorus]
Foundations shift, unseen by the glare,
The timber holds true, though no longer right there.
A scaffold silhouette, against the city's vast loom,
Echoes of blueprints, chasing away the gloom.

[Verse 2]
We’d trace future joists on the asphalt's damp grain,
Before the world splintered, weathering sun, wind, and rain.
You saw the rough timber, the potential in rust,
Before these new joints were assembled, built on trust.
That text a small vestibule, a passage in time,
A vestige of friendship, a half-forgotten rhyme.

[Bridge]
This city's a complex, with many a frame,
Each beam finds its purpose, some whispered, some claimed.
We built our own structures, different plans in the air,
But the foundation of us, still sturdy, still there.

[Outro]
Scaffold silhouette, standing tall, standing true,
Unseen labor, beneath the concrete, me and you.