[Verse 1] From the sands of time through the wandering pines, I asked Father Time to lend me his rhyme. He counted the cracks in the old stone gate, Said, “Every road has a turn you make too late.” [Pre-Chorus] The branches bent; the hourglass leaned, A thousand years in the space between. He named the cost, then let it fall— I heard my own voice inside it all. [Chorus] Carry me on where the wild roots run, Past the last dark mile, toward the rising sun. If time takes everything we hold, Let it take the fear, not the fire in our souls. [Verse 2] His little rhyme was a rusted key, It fit the lock but it wouldn’t set me free. “Keep what you mend; leave what you break,” He said as the ground began to shake. [Pre-Chorus] The branches bent; the hourglass leaned, A thousand years in the space between. He named the cost, then let it fall— I heard my own voice inside it all. [Chorus] Carry me on where the wild roots run, Past the last dark mile, toward the rising sun. If time takes everything we hold, Let it take the fear, not the fire in our souls. [Instrumental] [Final Chorus] Carry me on where the wild roots run, Past the last dark mile, toward the rising sun. If time takes everything we hold, Let it take the fear, not the fire in our souls. Carry me on—let the old world turn; I’ll keep the lesson, and I’ll keep what burns. [Outro] The pines stood still. The hour struck once.
