[Intro] [A calm, clean guitar melody with a slight chorus effect begins. A simple, melodic bassline enters, followed by a gentle, steady drum beat. The mood is hopeful and introspective.] [Verse 1] There are two rivers running deep, a current pulling down, A voice that whispers from the shade, in every city's town. Another river rises up, a quiet, flowing stream, It calls to walk another way, to find a waking dream. [Chorus] [The music swells with more energy. The guitars add a layer of clean, shimmering arpeggios. The vocals become more passionate and soaring.] For the harvest of the spirit, is a garden in the soul, Where love and joy and quiet peace can make the broken whole. A patient kindness, soft and true, a self that is controlled, A loyalty that sees things through, a story to be told. [Verse 2] [The energy returns to a more reflective state. The music is a soft, rhythmic texture.] The other seeds, a bitter crop, will always find their way, In selfish acts and empty words that lead the heart astray. They grow in conflict, fear, and doubt, a tangle in the vine, Where nothing wholesome can take root, where nothing can align. [Chorus] [The full band enters with a powerful, anthemic feel. The drums hit with more authority. The vocals are at their most confident.] For the harvest of the spirit, is a garden in the soul, Where love and joy and quiet peace can make the broken whole. A patient kindness, soft and true, a self that is controlled, A loyalty that sees things through, a story to be told. [Bridge] [The music becomes sparse and ethereal. A clean guitar rings out with long, sustained notes. The vocals are earnest and melodic, almost a plea.] There is no law to hold this down, no chain to bind this free. A living truth, a sacred ground, for all eternity. [Outro] [The music slowly fades out, with the clean guitar chords and the soft, lingering drum beat. The final words are spoken, a peaceful conclusion.] ...A peaceful story to be told... [Music fades to silence.]
