歌詞

Treading soft where the moss has grown

Old stone whispers all I’ve never known

Footprints faded, yet I feel the trace

The past still breathes in this sacred place

Every bloom, a message left behind

Prehistoric echoes in the spine

I appreciate the silence and the storm

The winding roads, the ancient forms

Every root beneath my feet

Tells me I was born to see —

The quiet power of history

Rings in trees and bones in clay

Hold the light that guides my way

Even now, when I feel alone

I know this land has always known

Stone and shadow, wind and will —

What’s buried sings louder still

You don’t need a name to be remembered

I appreciate the unseen and the near

The gentle hush that draws me here

Every breath, a reverent beat

In this timeless symmetry —

Where I belong, completely free