Stratum of Grace

[Verse 1]
The envelope, thin as a cedar leaf, arrived today,
Bearing a hand I'd thought long petrified, far away.
A scent of petrichor, from paper old and fine,
Unearthed a landscape of a younger, shifting mind.

[Chorus]
You saw the root where I saw only stone,
The strata deep, where silent seeds had grown.
You were the current, shaping my uncertain flow,
A quiet bedrock, years and years ago.

[Verse 2]
I traced the lines of rain on frosted glass that year,
While others bloomed, I felt myself dissolve in fear.
Your gaze, a patient current, found the narrow seam,
A fault line in my doubts, a long-forgotten dream.
You cleared the moss from where my spirit lay compressed,
And whispered truths my heart could finally invest.

[Chorus]
You saw the root where I saw only stone,
The strata deep, where silent seeds had grown.
You were the current, shaping my uncertain flow,
A quiet bedrock, years and years ago.

[Bridge]
The years fell like sediment, slow and deep,
I built my walls where old ancestral secrets sleep.
But this quiet grace, a fossil newly found,
Reminds me where my truest self was bound, to hallowed ground.

[Outro]
Now the tide returns, on shores I thought were bare,
Your wisdom, like the salt wind, hangs upon the air.