[Intro] (soft piano or acoustic guitar, tender, reflective) You gave it everything you had Every reason, and it still turned bad [Verse 1] (tender, piano or guitar-led, intimate) You cleared a king but not the ground Old roots don't die without a sound Hartlib knocked on every door Milton wrote what the age was for [Pre-Chorus] (building emotion, strings entering) It wasn't you, it wasn't the dream The soil was older than it seemed [Chorus] (soaring, orchestral lift, strings and layered guitars) You weren't the failure, you were the proof That the old ground holds its roof Somewhere else the seed took hold Your dream still grows, just not where you were told [Verse 2] (building, fuller orchestration) A parliament too tired to fight A church that held its ancient right The crown was gone, the habits stayed Nothing new gets built where nothing's cleared away [Chorus] (soaring, orchestral lift, strings and layered guitars) You weren't the failure, you were the proof That the old ground holds its roof Somewhere else the seed took hold Your dream still grows, just not where you were told [Instrumental Break — signature moment] (piano, guitar, and strings swell together toward a full, cathartic peak — melancholy tipping over into hope, held long enough to feel earned) [Verse 3] (rising, warmer, hopeful) Across the water, virgin land No old roots to hold the hand The same idea, a different soil Finally free to bear the fruit of your toil [Final Chorus] (fullest, most triumphant, choir-like backing vocals over full orchestration) You weren't the failure, you were the proof That the old ground holds its roof Somewhere else the seed took hold Your dream still grows, and the future's bold [Outro] (warm, resolved, fading) Your dream still grows Your dream still grows
