This... Thistle

Hebble Creek Junction © [2026 TNT Productions] Original work — do not use without permission. Lyrics: TAStinson A broken spirit had fallen in the tall grass years ago Hoping weeds of silence would cover every dream it used to know The world moved on without it, or so it thought it would Dirt and stone now hides the place where it once stood Thorns pushed through the quiet pounding of its chest Wild vines held pieces it believed had failed the test This... A song of the thistle Sharp, bittersweet where the heartache settles Even overgrown, weathered nettles and worn A heart still beats in the golden morn You can bury hope, you can walk away Some dreams will just refuse to fade The rain has softened all the edges, the sun has marked its face Every scar’s a chapter time will never erase Two ravens now take to the hollows once carved so deep They call out the simple truths where a sorrow used to sleep A crown of purple flowers rests upon its weary head Nature’s tender mercy for the fighting heart once called dead This... A song of the thistle Sharp, bittersweet where the heartache settles Even overgrown, weathered nettles and worn A heart still beats in the golden morn You can bury hope, you can walk away Some dreams will just refuse to fade Made for the open skies and wandering... With a hopeful fire Now held by solid ground, lifted up through the mire Maybe this must be how the spirit learns to say — Let the wild world reshape what has been taken away This... A song of the thistle Humble and fierce, bent but never brittle As the last light settles into evening dew A heart keeps beating… still breathing… A new morning breaking through Though overgrown… Still holding on… With dignity… This... song of the thistle and me #HebbleCreekJunction #IndieFolk