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Scotty B knows :

Verse 1 Seventy rings of winters held within your skin, Cedar heart that drank the rain, felt the sun, the wind. You stood like a story told in every passing storm, Boughs like outstretched memory, shelter keeping warm. Pre‑Chorus Now the axe has sung its sorrow, fell you to the ground, But there's a kind of rising in the ash that's all around. Chorus From ember to the afterglow, your spirit lights the night, Not ended but returning—sparks of wisdom in the flight. Roots that once held earth now feed the sky and rain, You are cedar, you are story, you become the song again. Verse 2 Smoldering orange lanterns where your limbs once reached the sky, Glowing coals like constellations of the truths you couldn't hide. Smoke writes the history of seasons on the air, And every curling ribbon whispers that you were there. Pre‑Chorus Hands that cut and hands that carry, every gentle, guilty touch, Teach us how to hold the leaving, how to honor, how to clutch. Chorus From ember to the afterglow, your spirit lights the night, Not ended but returning—sparks of wisdom in the flight. Roots that once held earth now feed the sky and rain, You are cedar, you are story, you become the song again. Bridge Let the flames be witness, let the ash be seed, What was wood becomes a promise, fed by sun and need. In the crackle there’s a promise, in the smoke a tender plea: Remember what you sheltered, remember what you freed. Final Chorus (soft to strong) From ember to the afterglow, your spirit lights the night, Not ended but returning—sparks of wisdom in the flight. Roots that once held earth now feed the sky and rain, You are cedar, you are story, you become the song again. Outro Seventy years of living, seventy years of grace, Now you teach us how to kindle love from this place.