[Intro]
River whispers, old axe in the mist
[Verse 1]
In the woods where shadows sing,
A poor woodcutter breaks his bling of thrift.
Ax in hand, he chops the grain of time,
Hope tied to timber, simple and swift.
[Pre-Chorus]
But the current hums a silent dare,
A slip of fate, a perilous glare.
[Chorus]
Drop of dawn on the river's edge,
Glassy water holds the shape of loss.
He calls to the stream, forget-me-not pledge,
And steadies heart that counts the cost.
[Verse 2]
The axe slips free, sails toward the flood,
Silver sparks in moonlit spray.
The river yawns wide with patient wood,
Waiting for the debts that rains repay.
[Pre-Chorus]
A breath, a whisper, a hopeful plan,
To find a way, to lift the span.
[Chorus]
Drop of dawn on the river's edge,
Glassy water holds the shape of loss.
He calls to the stream, forget-me-not pledge,
And steadies heart that counts the cost.
[Bridge]
If luck returns with the river's flood,
He'll mend the seal of the life he led.
If not, he'll learn to cut anew,
With wiser hands and a sturdier bread.
[Chorus]
Drop of dawn on the river's edge,
Glassy water holds the shape of loss.
He calls to the stream, forget-me-not pledge,
And steadies heart that counts the cost.
[Outro]
Silence settles, dusk grows slow,
The river keeps what the river knows.
