Tabletop Timber

[Verse 1]
Under the low hum, where the numbers now pile,
This old pine surface, wearing a triumphantly new smile.
Mama's silent prayers, the foundation they laid,
Every splinter of doubt, a load-bearing wall made.
The scent of curry still clinging, a quiet vestige,
Now bills spread like blueprints, clearing every siege.

[Chorus]
This new math, new season, the harvest is here,
Stacking up futures, banishing every fear.
Foundations secured, our unseen labor shows,
Toronto's children, where the true timber grows.

[Verse 2]
From corner store ledgers to digits that gleam bright,
Each transaction a joint, building towards the light.
Remember the hustle, the concrete's quiet thrum?
Now every dollar counted, a victory overcome.
No performative identity, just truth in the grain,
The city's heartbeat echoing, washing away the pain.

[Bridge]
A different solstice now, marking our ascent,
The quiet dignity of labor, heaven-sent.
From shanty town whispers to towers we construct,
Our purpose framed clearly, never to obstruct.

[Outro]
The table holds stories, now charting new heights,
Unseen hands, still building our collective bright lights.