Full Circle Verse 1 There’s a story in the timber That the outside doesn’t show, Years laid down in circles As the seasons come and go. Some rings grew wide in sunshine, Some barely grew at all, Some held on through the dry years, Some remember every fall. But the tree just kept on growing, Adding something year by year, Till every season it had weathered Became the reason it was here. Pre-Chorus Nothing really disappears, It settles somewhere deep, And everything that shaped us Leaves a little piece to keep. Chorus Round and round, another year, Another ring that brought me here. Some grew wide and some grew small, Some barely seemed to grow at all. Every season left its mark, Every summer, every dark. I thought I’d travelled somewhere new… Then life came round And brought me full circle too. Verse 2 You can’t see my rings From looking at my skin, You’d have to know the seasons I’ve been growing through within. The years when rain came easy, The years the ground was dry, The storms that bent my branches, The days I touched the sky. There are scars I’ve grown around now, They’re still somewhere inside, But healing isn’t hiding them — It’s growing either side. Pre-Chorus Maybe strength is not forgetting, Maybe wisdom isn’t age. Maybe everything we’ve lived through Simply helps us turn the page. Chorus Round and round, another year, Another ring that brought me here. Some grew wide and some grew small, Some barely seemed to grow at all. Every season left its mark, Every summer, every dark. I thought I’d travelled somewhere new… Then life came round And brought me full circle too. Bridge A circle has no ending, But it doesn’t stay the same. Every time we travel round it We bring everything we’ve gained. Same place… Different eyes. Same ground… Different skies. Same question… Different view. Maybe coming back Is sometimes how we know we’ve grew— [beat] …grown. 😇🤣 Build Ring by ring, Year by year, Loss and laughter Gather here. Root below, Branch above, Lessons learned And people loved. Nothing perfect. Nothing planned. Just another circle Written by our hand. Final Chorus Round and round, another year, Every ring has brought me here. Some grew wide and some grew small, But I wouldn’t lose them after all. Every season left its mark, Every sunrise, every dark. I thought the journey led somewhere new… But it brought me home With a different view. Full circle… Not back where I began. Full circle… Back as who I am. Outro You can’t see my rings. But they’re there. And I’m still growing.
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