[Intro] [Acoustic Folk-Blues] [Rain Sound]
(Sound of gentle rain, a single, slightly melancholic guitar chord rings out)

[Verse 1] [Weathered Voice]
Another bell rings, another year’s begun
See ‘em scurry, beneath the autumn sun
Little faces, bright and new, full of dreams so grand
They’ll be dust and memories, like the leaves across this land

[Verse 2] [Weary Observation]
Hear the principal sigh, the teachers try to teach
Same old stories, same old lessons, just beyond their reach
Whispered secrets, hurried glances, rules they’ll bend and break
Been here forty years, son, for goodness gracious sake

[Chorus] [Philosophical Tone]
The roses bloom and fade, the weeds they always grow
The same old seeds of trouble, everywhere I go
You can write your rules in ink, you can build your walls up high
But the wildness in their spirit, no book can ever buy

[Verse 3] [Fading Light]
Saw young Billy, now he’s grown, his own boy’s in my care
Chasing butterflies and trouble, with that same wild, hopeful stare
Heard his father’s laugh today, echoes from the past
Thought I saw his mother’s tears, some joys just never last

[Chorus] [Resilient Observation]
The roses bloom and fade, the weeds they always grow
The same old seeds of trouble, everywhere I go
You can write your rules in ink, you can build your walls up high
But the wildness in their spirit, no book can ever buy

[Bridge] [Slightly Out-of-Tune Guitar]
This old garden knows more truth, than any fancy hall
The way the ivy climbs the stone, the way the acorns fall
Life just keeps on pushin’ through, no matter what you say
Gotta let it have its way, come what may

[Outro] [Fading Rain and Guitar]
Yeah, come what may…
(Guitar strums a final, lingering chord, rain sounds fade out)
Just gotta let it… let it grow…
[Silence]