Lyric

Somewhere between the past and now

A whisper lives behind the plough

Beneath the sun and maple shade

Where every memory softly stays

I left that road a while ago

Chasing lights I didn’t know

But the quiet calls me home again

To fields that know my real name

In the wind, I hear the stories

Told in stone and sky and rain

Not the city, not the glory—

Just the place that stayed the same

You’re the inner core of me

The part the world don’t often see

Through the noise and open doors

You’re my silent centre force

Even when I roam afar

I carry where you are—

My inner core

We spoke in firefly afternoons

Our shadows slow beneath the moon

No golden crown, no tower high

Just the truth where rivers lie

Even when the silence falls

I still feel your steady pull

You’re the ink between my lines

The root beneath all time

You’re the inner core of me

The seed beneath the cherry tree

Through the pulse of neon glow

You’re the voice I always know

Even when the world feels wide

You’re the depth I hold inside—

My inner core

Province of the soul…

Where the hills hold hands with light

I was never far, not really—

Just circling back to right

You’re the inner core of me

A quiet kind of symphony

Through the rush, the rise, the fall

You’re the constant in it all

Even when the roads divide

You’re the home I find inside—

My inner core

You’re the place I always know…

My heart, my root, my inner glow…