We clock in, we clock out, We fill our days with idle chit-chat. We wear each other out, And wonder how to get our lives back. We'd rather count the passing hours Than see the flowers on the tree. But time is more than minutes, And grace is something we receive. [Chorus] Leave it for one more year, Let me dig around the roots. There's still time for something good, There's still hope for growing fruit. Not just chronos passing by, But kairos drawing near. Give the tree another season, Leave it for one more year. [Verse 2] We bounce ideas off each other, We make concessions every day. Some take parental leave, Some freelancers work away. The commute can feel like forever, And we're left to our own devices. We measure everything in numbers, Putting hours into prices. [Pre-Chorus] But love isn't paid on a pro-rata basis, And mercy doesn't follow our schedules. The gardener knows what patience takes, And sees the life beneath the surface. [Chorus] Leave it for one more year, Let me dig around the roots. There's still time for something good, There's still hope for growing fruit. Not just chronos passing by, But kairos drawing near. Give the tree another season, Leave it for one more year. [Bridge] I'd rather learn to wait than rush, I'd rather care than turn away. The gift of time is not a debt, It's one more chance to live today. [Final Chorus] Leave it for one more year, Let me dig around the roots. Not because the tree has earned it, But because there's hope of fruit. Not just chronos passing by, But kairos drawing near. Love is working in the waiting, Leave it for one more year.
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