Sapling Dreams

[Verse 1]
That little USB, a river stone in my palm,
Holds the phantom sapling, safe from any storm.
Our sound once echoed through an empty, old hall,
Now just a whisper held within memory's crumbling wall.
A past life, still clinging, like moss on ancient bark,
A quiet reverence, held here in the dark.

[Chorus]
Oh, we were roots reaching for a distant sun,
A verdant dream, before the race was run.
A dappled truth, a path unseen,
A forest song, what might have been.

[Verse 2]
I click the icon, a digital forest door,
Hear the faint hum of notes we swore we'd explore.
Like Pataxó tales whispered through the leaves,
Of grand designs, and all that youth believes.
That raw, cyclical power, in every strum and beat,
Before the market claimed its bitter-sweet defeat.

[Chorus]
Oh, we were roots reaching for a distant sun,
A verdant dream, before the race was run.
A dappled truth, a path unseen,
A forest song, what might have been.

[Bridge]
We thought we'd grow a canopy so vast,
Our melodies like sunlight, meant to last.
Just seeds we were, beneath the forest floor,
Dreaming of what we could be, nothing less, nothing more.
A quiet ritual, our secret, verdant quest,
Still echoing softly, deep within my chest.

[Chorus]
Oh, we were roots reaching for a distant sun,
A verdant dream, before the race was run.
A dappled truth, a path unseen,
A forest song, what might have been.

[Outro]
Still, in this quiet hum, a life takes hold,
A gentle green story, bravely told.