[Verse 1] Morning comes with dust on my shoes, Old street talking in yesterday’s blues, Mama said, “Child, don’t rush the rain, Seeds don’t shout when they break through pain.” I see the market, I see the poor, Rich man knocking on a hungry door, Everybody chasing a little more time, But the heart grows heavy when the hands won’t share a dime. [Chorus] One road, many feet, One drum, many beats, Life is a prayer, keep your spirit clean, Wake up with mercy, walk with a dream. Love is the bread when the table is thin, Peace begins where pride gives in, One road, many feet, One drum, many beats. [Verse 2] Keep your temple open to the light, Storms pass over, roots still hold, A small kind word in a bitter place Can put back daylight on somebody’s face. Some build walls and call it home, Some plant trees for seeds unknown, The world keeps turning, the lesson is plain: No crown stays shining in selfish rain. [Chorus] One road, many feet, One drum, many beats, Life is a prayer, keep your spirit clean, Wake up with mercy, walk with a dream. Love is the bread when the table is thin, Peace begins where pride gives in, One road, many feet, One drum, many beats. [Bridge] Say less, listen deeper, Give more, sleep sweeter, Carry no hate in your morning cup, The sun finds people who don’t give up. [Outro] Raise your flame, but bless another, Lift your voice, but hear another, Life is short, let the spirit be wide, One love in the work of the tide.
