Steelroot Serenade
(meaw-meaw) (meaw-meaw) I plant my feet on the damp gray soil
Each steady breath is a quiet toil
We weave the lattice of a wider space
No longer running in an endless chase
From the deep ground,
the roots begin to hold
A quiet story
that is slowly told
We are building a life that lasts
Rising high above the broken pasts
Every layer adds a deeper grace
Sovereign presence in this grounded space
(meaw-meaw) Step by step,
the forest starts to grow
A deeper current that begins to flow
No flash of fire,
just the steady light
Keeping watch throughout the longest night
We build, we stay,
we hold the line
(meaw-meaw) In the quiet growth of time