In the style of Pink Floyd:
(Verse 1)
In the silence of the twilight, where shadows dance and sway,
There's a drone caught in the branches, where dreams begin to fray.
Its lights flicker in the darkness, a signal lost at sea,
A tiny soul trapped high above, longing to be free.
(Chorus)
Oh, my drone in the tree, lost in reverie,
Among the leaves it sighs, beneath the starry skies.
A symphony of sorrow, echoes through the night,
As it waits for the morning light.
(Verse 2)
From the earth it once soared high, like a bird in flight,
Through the realms of boundless sky, chasing endless light.
But now it's bound by nature's grasp, in a tangle it must stay,
In the arms of the ancient oak, where time has had its say.
(Chorus)
Oh, my drone in the tree, lost in reverie,
Among the leaves it sighs, beneath the starry skies.
A symphony of sorrow, echoes through the night,
As it waits for the morning light.
(Bridge)
In the distance, whispers call, a tale of woe untold,
Of journeys halted, dreams deferred, as fate's cruel hand unfolds.
But still, it dreams of freedom, a hope that's evergreen,
In the heart of the tangled branches, where mysteries convene.
(Verse 3)
As the night fades into morning, and the world begins to stir,
The drone still waits in silence, for a voice that will confer.
But in the hush of dawn's embrace, a miracle takes flight,
As the wind gently whispers, and sets the drone alight.
(Chorus)
Oh, my drone in the tree, found in reverie,
Among the leaves it soars, above the earthly shores.
A symphony of triumph, breaks the chains of night,
As it dances in the morning light.
(Verse 1)
In the silence of the twilight, where shadows dance and sway,
There's a drone caught in the branches, where dreams begin to fray.
Its lights flicker in the darkness, a signal lost at sea,
A tiny soul trapped high above, longing to be free.
(Chorus)
Oh, my drone in the tree, lost in reverie,
Among the leaves it sighs, beneath the starry skies.
A symphony of sorrow, echoes through the night,
As it waits for the morning light.
(Verse 2)
From the earth it once soared high, like a bird in flight,
Through the realms of boundless sky, chasing endless light.
But now it's bound by nature's grasp, in a tangle it must stay,
In the arms of the ancient oak, where time has had its say.
(Chorus)
Oh, my drone in the tree, lost in reverie,
Among the leaves it sighs, beneath the starry skies.
A symphony of sorrow, echoes through the night,
As it waits for the morning light.
(Bridge)
In the distance, whispers call, a tale of woe untold,
Of journeys halted, dreams deferred, as fate's cruel hand unfolds.
But still, it dreams of freedom, a hope that's evergreen,
In the heart of the tangled branches, where mysteries convene.
(Verse 3)
As the night fades into morning, and the world begins to stir,
The drone still waits in silence, for a voice that will confer.
But in the hush of dawn's embrace, a miracle takes flight,
As the wind gently whispers, and sets the drone alight.
(Chorus)
Oh, my drone in the tree, found in reverie,
Among the leaves it soars, above the earthly shores.
A symphony of triumph, breaks the chains of night,
As it dances in the morning light.