by @offgridlife on OGMedia
View my bio on Blurt.media: https://blurt.media/c/offgridlife 
Music for chopping wood and carrying water.
Enlightenment
Off the Grid.
Way up north where the cold winds sigh,
Where the eagles soar and the rivers lie.
A cabin's home, tucked snug and tight,
The stars my guide, no city lights.
[Verse 2]
Chop the wood, let the axe blade bite,
Keep the fire warm through the frozen night.
No buzzing phones, no tangled lines,
Just me and the trees, where the moonlight shines.
[Chorus]
I'm off the grid, as free as air,
No man-made chains will find me here.
Grow my own food, take life real slow,
In my log cabin where the wild things go.
[Verse 3]
Plant the seeds where the soil's so deep,
Tend the earth, let the harvest keep.
Sow my dreams beneath the pine,
No one's rules, just nature's design.
[Bridge]
The world may spin, its chaos shout,
But this little life won't wear me out.
A quiet symphony, the woodwinds play,
The sound of freedom in the trees' ballet.
Created with Suno.com and Blurt.media ai Film Studio