Druid’s Sight of Officer Sam

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[Chorus]
(Oh) I saw the path before him in the starlit sand,
Circles drawn in quiet light by an unseen hand,
Haunting hearts in harmony, our voices rise and flow,
When the druids see your story, all the roots begin to glow,
(Oh) I sang a gentle blessing for the love he’d know,
Two souls entwined like rivers where the moonbeams go,
Uplifted by the mystery that only spirits understand,
As the runes of fate were forming in the lines upon his hand.

[Verse 2]
As I turned again to enter through that humming door,
He stepped closer to green-hearted guard once more,
Asking if she’d told me of the vows he soon would swear,
And she shook her head in wonder at the visions in the air,
Said there’s no earthly way she could shape such signs,
We are only meeting now along these crossing lines,
Officer Sam had only joined this city’s woven shield,
One day past, his name was placed upon the field,
I’m wondering if you feel the turning of what happened next,
Like a page that lifts itself from an unwritten text,
He left that night, left the city, chased a different star,
By the week’s end followed whispers where his true callings are,
So bittersweet the way my sight can shift the flow,
He was so kind and bright, I grieved to watch him go.

[Bridge]
Male: I do not choose the visions, they just open in my eyes,
Female: I only hold the glimmer when the mortal veils arise,
Both: In the echoes of the city, in the hum of market light,
We are druids in the neon, reading currents of the night,
Male: Every oath and every promise is a seed in hidden earth,
Female: Every badge and every burden hides a different birth,
Both: When I touched his hand in greeting, fate rewrote its sacred scroll,
And the forest wind came calling to the corners of his soul.

[Outro]
So he walked beyond the city where the wild songs grow,
In the hush between the sirens and the river’s glow,
He was so bright, and I wished that he could stay,
But the forest in his heartbeat pulled him far away,
(Oh) In the meeting of a moment, whole worlds can bend,
In the drifting neon twilight where strange blessings send,
Haunting voices braided, soft like falling sand,
As the druids hum his story through the ever-living land.

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[Verse 1] Ancient embers glow by the roadside store, (hey) Spirit whispers circle like they’ve been here before, (oh) It’s Friday and the silver in the world is being weighed in trust, Two guardians of the threshold stand in moonlit dust, One I knew as keeper Green, heart of forest, calm and keen, While the other wore a brightness that I’d never seen, As I walked toward the doorway of this mortal hall, New one unknown asked me what had called, I gently told him my name like an old spell cast in flames, I firmly told him that I walk through truth, not games, I reached out to take his hand in that neon, sacred band, And then I saw in my inner sky his wedding planned, I blessed his vows with a smile for his future day, And the way his widening eyes shone said all he could not say. [Chorus] (Oh) I saw the path before him in the starlit sand, Circles drawn in quiet light by an unseen hand, Haunting hearts in harmony, our voices rise and flow, When the druids see your story, all the roots begin to glow, (Oh) I sang a gentle blessing for the love he’d know, Two souls entwined like rivers where the moonbeams go, Uplifted by the mystery that only spirits understand, As the runes of fate were forming in the lines upon his hand. [Verse 2] As I turned again to enter through that humming door, He stepped closer to green-hearted guard once more, Asking if she’d told me of the vows he soon would swear, And she shook her head in wonder at the visions in the air, Said there’s no earthly way she could shape such signs, We are only meeting now along these crossing lines, Officer Sam had only joined this city’s woven shield, One day past, his name was placed upon the field, I’m wondering if you feel the turning of what happened next, Like a page that lifts itself from an unwritten text, He left that night, left the city, chased a different star, By the week’s end followed whispers where his true callings are, So bittersweet the way my sight can shift the flow, He was so kind and bright, I grieved to watch him go. [Chorus] (Oh) I saw the path before him in the starlit sand, Circles drawn in quiet light by an unseen hand, Haunting hearts in harmony, our voices rise and flow, When the druids see your story, all the roots begin to glow, (Oh) I sang a gentle blessing for the love he’d know, Two souls entwined like rivers where the moonbeams go, Uplifted by the mystery that only spirits understand, As the runes of fate were forming in the lines upon his hand. [Bridge] Male: I do not choose the visions, they just open in my eyes, Female: I only hold the glimmer when the mortal veils arise, Both: In the echoes of the city, in the hum of market light, We are druids in the neon, reading currents of the night, Male: Every oath and every promise is a seed in hidden earth, Female: Every badge and every burden hides a different birth, Both: When I touched his hand in greeting, fate rewrote its sacred scroll, And the forest wind came calling to the corners of his soul. [Chorus] (Oh) I saw the path before him in the starlit sand, Circles drawn in quiet light by an unseen hand, Haunting hearts in harmony, our voices rise and flow, When the druids see your story, all the roots begin to glow, (Oh) I sang a gentle blessing for the love he’d know, Two souls entwined like rivers where the moonbeams go, Uplifted by the mystery that only spirits understand, As the runes of fate were forming in the lines upon his hand. [Outro] So he walked beyond the city where the wild songs grow, In the hush between the sirens and the river’s glow, He was so bright, and I wished that he could stay, But the forest in his heartbeat pulled him far away, (Oh) In the meeting of a moment, whole worlds can bend, In the drifting neon twilight where strange blessings send, Haunting voices braided, soft like falling sand, As the druids hum his story through the ever-living land.

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