(Verse 1) Paths unfolded silently through forests older than our steps. Sometimes beside, sometimes apart branches stirring, undirected, yet held in subtle gravity. (Verse 2) There was a misstep once in shadowed thickets, memory thorned, leaving scratches softly healing under bark grown thick with care. (Chorus) Love is walking, knowing silence, leaving space between the trees. quiet moss, gathering slowly where sunlight meets apology. (Verse 3) Someday roots find deeper ground a place to let the seasons settle in earth that asks no questions, just patiently giving. (Bridge) Freedom and closeness, like ivy in sunlight touching lightly, trying not to hide. (Outro) And ahead, a garden softly waits, no promises, no fences. Only mornings turning gently, and the kindness of the years.
