Track Insight / Lyrics
The metal sleeps beneath the green,
A silent watch, a weathered sheen.
Wires hum a lonely drone,
A hidden heart, almost unknown.
Red dust clings to dented side,
Where thirsty roots in shadows hide.
A single drop, a whispered plea,
For needles bent by wind and sea.
Rust and pines, a steady grace,
Holding water in this quiet place.
Through the years, a faithful friend,
Until the very, very end.
The poles stand stark against the grey,
Sending voices far away.
But closer now, a gentle pour,
Nourishing the forest floor.
Rust and pines, a steady grace,
Holding water in this quiet place.
Through the years, a faithful friend,
Until the very, very end.
A sunbeam strikes the fading paint,
A memory of a soft complaint.
Of hands that held, and gardens grown,
Seeds of kindness, softly sown.
Rust and pines, a steady grace,
Holding water in this quiet place.
Through the years, a faithful friend,
Until the very, very end.
The forest breathes a misty sigh,
As daylight fades across the sky.
A silent promise, softly kept,
While sleepy branches gently wept.
Rust and pines, a steady grace,
Holding water in this quiet place.
Through the years, a faithful friend,
Until the very, very end.
Metal sighs, the green remains,
Whispering through the gentle rains.
A quiet vigil, strong and true,
Rust and pines, for me and you.
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