Cold steel floors under heavy boots
My Monsterea sends out long roots
Broadsword resting on a rusted rail
Steel is pitted and the edges fail
Keep the watch in the hangar bay
Wait for light of a distant day
Rooted deep in a ceramic pot
Sifting through the only home I got
Latin names for the leaves of green
Cleanest air that this deck has seen
Iron plating meets the potting loam
Searching for a way to call it home
Keep the watch in the hangar bay
Wait for light of a distant day
Rooted deep in a ceramic pot
Sifting through the only home I got
Silver armor stained with old red rust
Turning carbon into golden dust
Pruning stems with a steady hand
Dreaming of a patch of heavy land
Keep the watch in the hangar bay
Wait for light of a distant day
Rooted deep in a ceramic pot
Sifting through the only home I got
Oil leaks on the vacuum sealed floor
Guard the lock of the heavy air door
Chlorophyll in a sterile white room
Waiting for the midnight flower bloom
Tarnish on the hilt of the blade
Gardens in the dark where we played
Tension in the wire and the vine
Crossing every singular thin line
Patience grows like a slow climbing weed
Planting hope in a tiny black seed
Heavy gravity a distant ghost
Holding to the thing I love the most
Keep the watch in the hangar bay
Wait for light of a distant day
Rooted deep in a ceramic pot
Sifting through the only home I got
Deep in the void.
Orbital soil.
Just hold the line.
Wait for the sign.