Thistle-Thread Promise

[Verse 1]
Last light spills gold on the cabin's sill,
A whispered future, standing perfectly still.
We traded knots of sun-bleached thread,
Each tiny promise carefully said.

[Chorus]
These braided roots, a gentle bind,
A tethered secret, left behind.
We swore to bloom beyond the summer's fade,
A quiet pledge, perfectly made.

[Verse 2]
From dusty roads to distant city light,
Our sapling hopes will take their flight.
A silent pact, a careful, knowing gaze,
Through coming weeks and unknown days.

[Chorus]
These braided roots, a gentle bind,
A tethered secret, left behind.
We swore to bloom beyond the summer's fade,
A quiet pledge, perfectly made.

[Bridge]
Like moss on stone, or wild herbs in the heat,
These fleeting bonds, impossibly sweet.
A secret language, known only to the young,
A quiet hymn before the final bell is rung.

[Outro]
The unseen roots, they softly interlace,
Holding steady in this ephemeral space.