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(Verse 1)
Wooden arms embrace me, worn and smooth with age,
This faithful chair, a silent friend, upon life's weathered stage.
I sink into its comfort, a sigh escapes my lips,
The world outside may rush and spin, but here, serenity grips.
(Chorus)
(Melody dips slightly lower, guitar becomes more percussive)
Oh, chair of contemplation, a haven for my soul,
Where thoughts unwind and stories find, a tapestry to unfold.
I watch the dust motes dance, a ballet in the sun,
And ponder dreams and fleeting schemes, the battles fought and won.
(Verse 2)
(Melody brightens slightly)
This chair has seen it all, you see, the laughter and the tears,
The whispered hopes, the silent scopes, the triumphs and the fears.
A constant through the changing years, a witness ever true,
It holds the weight of all my fate, the old and brand new.
(Chorus)
(Melody maintains a gentle sway)
Oh, chair of contemplation, a haven for my soul,
Where thoughts unwind and stories find, a tapestry to unfold.
I watch the birdsong fill the air, a symphony so sweet,
And let the worries fade and blur, retreating from my feet.
(Bridge)
They say a life well-lived is known, by chairs that hold our weight,
The countless hours we've sat and stared, to ponder life's estate.
And though this chair may creak and groan, beneath my weary frame,
It offers solace, all alone, a sanctuary from the flame.
(Chorus)
Oh, chair of contemplation, a haven for my soul,
Where thoughts unwind and stories find, a tapestry to unfold.
The day grows dim, the shadows creep, a time for gentle rest,
In this worn chair, I slumber near, with gratitude expressed.
(Outro)
The chair remains, a silent friend, beneath the moonlit sky,
Awaiting the next weary soul, to rest a teardrop dry.
