Sallow roots in salted clay
Holding ground throughout the day
Digital pulse in the loam
Searching for a way back home
Iron rusts but the ivy grows
Deep inside where the water flows
Hold the line through the winter frost
Find the seed that was nearly lost
Sideritis on the wall
Waiting for the rain to fall
My armor clicks on the stone
Resting here and all alone
Iron rusts but the ivy grows
Deep inside where the water flows
Hold the line through the winter frost
Find the seed that was nearly lost
Latin names for every leaf
Healing all the hidden grief
Digging deep in heavy soil
Ending all the weary toil
Cold machine and organic vein
Breaking through the heavy chain
Steel will bend and the bark will hold
Stories that the roots have told
Saffron bloom in a graying street
Where the metal and petals meet
I will wait for the green to rise
Underneath the heavy skies
Iron rusts but the ivy grows
Deep inside where the water flows
Hold the line through the winter frost
Find the seed that was nearly lost
Root and steel, root and steel
Now the broken spirit heals