The Silver Scale

We can stand in the same place and still dream of entirely different worlds [Lyrics, concept, and visual direction by Joanne Schofield. Created using AI-assisted music and visual tools.] [Verse 1] “So we wait? We just wait?” I ask the breeze as it dances through the ancient trees. The water is a mirror of sheer delight, Reflecting the leaves and the warm sunlight. [Chorus] Oh, the river dreams in shades of glass, While the clover whispers as I pass. He anchors his soul to the resting land, I carry the stars in the palm of my hand. One finds the peace that the water brings, The other is born with a pair of wings. [Verse 2] He calls it an art, this quiet grace, Finding his calm in this peaceful place. But i want to dance where the tall grass sighs, Under the gaze of the sapphire skies. [Chorus] Oh, the river dreams in shades of glass, While the clover whispers as I pass. He anchors his soul to the resting land, I carry the stars in the palm of my hand. One finds the peace that the water brings, The other is born with a pair of wings. [Verse 3] A waiting life is not for me, Like the wind through the forest, I yearn to run free. He can keep the hook and the silver scale— I’m off to follow a different trail. [Final Chorus] Oh, the river dreams in shades of glass, While the clover whispers as I pass. He anchors his soul to the resting land, I carry the stars in the palm of my hand. One finds the peace that the water brings, The other is born with a pair of wings.