[Intro]
Dust on the bench, a quiet hum in the air
A weary hand traces grain, a memory laid bare
[Verse 1]
In a shed of whispers, blades sing in the light
Forgotten hands once steady, now reach for a spark bright
Sawdust of yesterday drifts like soft-edged snow
From the old workbench, a tiny comet starts to glow
[Pre-Chorus]
From rough with patience, a new idea takes form
A needle of wonder threads through the thrum of the warm
[Chorus]
Light glints where the shavings fall, a beacon in the dust
The humble craftsman's heart awakens, turning doubt to trust
Let the sparks choreograph the day, till doors of wonder swing wide
In every grain and groove, a world confined inside
[Verse 2]
The workshop breathes, a map of routes unseen
Tools learn to sing again, in this luminous machine
Bent corners straighten, brass and wood embrace
An orchestra of chisel and dream in quiet grace
[Pre-Chorus]
What was once ordinary begins to shine anew
The spark expands like dawn, a chorus born from few
[Chorus]
Light glints where the shavings fall, a beacon in the dust
The humble craftsman’s heart awakens, turning doubt to trust
Let the sparks choreograph the day, till doors of wonder swing wide
In every grain and groove, a world confined inside
[Bridge]
If patience wears thin, the glow will still endure
A craftsman’s faith in craft becomes a compass sure
[Chorus]
Light glints where the shavings fall, a beacon in the dust
The humble craftsman’s heart awakens, turning doubt to trust
Let the sparks choreograph the day, till doors of wonder swing wide
In every grain and groove, a world confined inside
[Outro]
From sawdust to starlight, the workshop learns to soar
A forgotten artist found a spark and found a door
