The Little Snail Beneath the Map
The Little Snail Beneath the Map In a world of tiny shells, they're born with a map in hand A guide to their journey, a life they command But one little snail, with a line so plain No beginning, no ending, just a whisper of rain He crawls through the meadows, a world to explore His heart full of wonder, a thirst for so much more But the others laugh, they don't understand The beauty he sees, a world in his hand He's a slow snail, a dreamer, a soul so free He follows his compass, a heart that won't be Bound by the rules, the whispers of fear He's carving his path, with a smile so clear A gentle guitar melody, a soft, wistful sound The world around him, slowly unwound He meets a girl, with a map so grand A million paths leading, a life in her hand But she's lost in the maze, of what's meant to be Until she sees him, his simple melody He's a slow snail, a dreamer, a soul so free He follows his compass, a heart that won't be Bound by the rules