Magic_acu1

[Verse 1] The old man sat beneath the willow tree, With eyes like embers, burning silently. He spoke of threads that weave the world in light, Of shadows dancing in the endless night. I was a boy, my hands too young to hold, The secrets that his trembling fingers told. He said, "The magic sleeps in every stone, But only broken hearts can make it known." [Chorus] Oh, I learned the craft from a wise man's breath, Chasing the ghost of life and death. Through every spell and every scar, I found the truth behind the stars. The magic’s not in words or flame, It’s in the name I dare not name. [Verse 2] He taught me symbols carved in ancient bark, To call the light that flickers in the dark. But when he passed, the silence grew so deep, I had to wake the secrets he would keep. I walked the path where shadows lose their way, And bargained with the dawn for one more day. The price was high, my heart began to crack, But every wound became a part of the track. [Bridge] Now I stand where he once stood, With fingers stained by fire and blood. The mystery is not to break the chain, But to love the rain, to love the pain. I see the world in threads of gold, A story that will never grow old. [Chorus] Oh, I learned the craft from a wise man's breath, Chasing the ghost of life and death. Through every spell and every scar, I found the truth behind the stars. The magic’s not in words or flame, It’s in the name I dare not name. [Outro] The willow weeps, but I am still, A grandson bound by a wise man’s will. The magic lives, not in the sky, But in the tears we never cry.