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Lyrics
[Verse]
Born with flour in my veins
Dough in my hands
I kneaded dreams
But they crumbled like sand
Father’s voice
Like the crack of a whip
"Boy
The bread don’t bake itself—get a grip."
[Chorus]
But I dreamed of the hills
And the seas
And the sky
Of dragons to slay and stars I could try
The baker’s son
No longer bound—
Now I’m chasing the echoes
Where heroes are found
[Verse 2]
The oven burned hotter than the noonday sun
My youth slipped away
One loaf at a run
Watched knights ride by with their armor so bright
While I stoked the coals in the dead of the night
[Prechorus]
“Maybe one day
” I whispered
Low
“Maybe one day
I’ll let it all go.”
[Chorus]
'Cause I dreamed of the hills
And the seas
And the sky
Of battles to fight and banners held high
The baker’s son
Now free from the ground—
I’m chasing the echoes
Where heroes are found
[Bridge]
The breadline stretched long
But my heart stretched far
Past the village square to the morning star
I traded the smell of yeast and rye
For the open road and the endless why
Details
GeneratedDec 18, 2025
Duration3:42
LanguageEnglish
Style
emo, folk, bittersweet tone., emotional, heartfelt delivery. guitar-driven with soft fiddle accents and a touch of harmonica for texture. melodic phrasing with an understated, world, acoustic; male vocals with a raw
Credits
Prompt by
Artemis15
Artemis15ModelAria v5
Prompt
male. The story of a young baker’s son who dreamed to wander the world and be an adventurer and hero. Yet he was forced to carry his family. He finally is free and becomes an adventurer. Folk, emo
