Silent Earth

A chemical "anomaly" revealed through an analysis of meteorites may have led to finding the first existing evidence of "proto Earth."

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(Verse 1)

In the molten dawn of a young world's birth

A sphere of fire spun with dust and mirth

Less than a hundred million years into her spin

She met a visitor, fierce from deep within

And in that clash of worlds she changed her name

What once was “proto-Earth” burned in cosmic flame

(Chorus)

Now we hear the whisper of ancient stone

Fragments of a world we thought had gone

In Greenland, Canada, beneath our feet they lie

Holding keys to when the sky was new and high

They're slivers of silent Earth, surviving the blast

Echoes of the beginning, shadows of the past

(Verse 2)

A Mars-sized guest called Theia came crashing through the dark

Sent molten seas of rock and dreams into the spark

The moon rose up from rubble and the molten tide

And Earth's old blueprint was altered deep inside

But now in ancient rocks, in potassium's small sign

We trace the silent heartbeat of a world left behind

(Chorus)

Now we hear the whisper of ancient stone

Fragments of a world we thought had gone

In Greenland, Canada, beneath our feet they lie

Holding keys to when the sky was new and high

They're slivers of silent Earth, surviving the blast

Echoes of the beginning, shadows of the past

(Bridge)

From magma oceans, thunderous and wild

To a stable living world when calm returned our child

Those broken shards remind us how the story ran

Of chaos shaped into order, of fire into land

And if we listen quietly, we can almost hear

The ghost of proto-Earth, calling soft and clear

(Verse 3)

For every rock that holds that signature so rare

We gain a page of time, we gain a distant air

Of a world before the one we call our home

Of a world remade, and set in stone to roam

So we stand on ancient ground, look out at sky so wide

And feel the truth that even worlds can turn inside

(Final Chorus)

Now we hear the whisper of ancient stone

Fragments of a world we thought had gone

In Greenland, Canada, beneath our feet they lie

Holding keys to when the sky was new and high

They're slivers of silent Earth, surviving the blast

Echoes of the beginning, shadows of the past

(Outro - softly)

And in the hush of midnight's gentle light

We remember the first fire, the primal flight

Of worlds that came together, of worlds undone

And we listen to the silence, remembering the one.