(Verse 1) In the heart of the woods, where silence speaks, Stands an old tree, weathered through the weeks. A trunk so strong, carved deep like ancient skin, With roots that hold where dreams begin. (Chorus) Each branch whispers someone's name, Each shoot bears a parent's claim. A crown of stories reaching for the skies, A family born from a single rise. The trunk stands tall through joy and pain — For blood runs deep and won’t explain. (Verse 2) Generations reach for light above, Some grow straight, some bend with love. They chase the wind, they catch the rain, And hold the storms like silent pain. (Bridge) Who dares to walk back to the root, Will find both sorrow and the truth. But without the trunk, no limb can rise, No leaves to shade, no open skies. (Chorus) Each branch whispers someone's name, Each shoot bears a mother's flame. A crown of stories reaching for the skies, A family born from a single rise. The trunk stands tall through joy and pain — For blood runs deep and won’t explain. (Outro) So look up high when you’re unsure, The tree still speaks, calm and pure. You are a limb from strength and grace, An echo of the trunk that holds your place.
