Hook The First Ones here were the ones who started love like this, Not some fairy-tale vow born from human wish. Angels vowed in silence, where pure souls knew what to do. Humans copy bonds they never knew how to prove. Love yourself first, ’til you learn how to move. That’s the hard truth. In my youth, I remembered this well — now I share you this proof. ⸻ Verse 1 The scriptures read like history, but only to the blind, It’s a chronicle of beings who walked ahead of humankind. They shaped the way we bond, the way we grieve, the way we yearn, They left maps of union written in the places we return. But we watched and tried to mimic something not made in our frame, We took sacred vows and turned them into ego and claim. Love ain’t completion — it’s reflection of your core, And if you don’t know who you are, the vow becomes a war. ⸻ Hook The First Ones here were the ones who started love like this, Not some fairy-tale vow born from human wish. Angels vowed in silence, where pure souls knew what to do. Humans copy bonds they never knew how to prove. Love yourself first, ’til you learn how to move. That’s the hard truth. In my youth, I remembered this well — now I share you this proof. ⸻ Verse 2 Everything works smooth when the blueprint came from you, When the world you built stands firm and your purpose is true. But your world falls apart when it’s borrowed or traced, When you wear someone else’s name, someone else’s face. The First Ones joined souls from strength — not need, But down here we marry hunger and call it love indeed. We chase a person to fix wounds we decline to see, Then wonder why the bond breaks at the weakest seam. ⸻ Hook The First Ones here were the ones who started love like this, Not some fairy-tale vow born from human wish. Angels vowed in silence, where pure souls knew what to do. Humans copy bonds they never knew how to prove. Love yourself first, ’til you learn how to move. That’s the hard truth. In my youth, I remembered this well — now I share you this proof. ⸻ Verse 3 From Genesis to the ending — it’s divine beings on stage, Not just mortals stumbling forward, page after page. They guided, they shaped, they whispered and they chose, And we followed unaware of how deep that influence goes. Marriage wasn’t human-made — it was witnessed, not conceived, We inherited the shadow of a vow we never achieved. To love like they did, you must know who you are — A flame steady in the darkness, not seeking another star. ⸻ Outro So before you promise, before you bind, Know the shape of your own spirit, the language of your own mind. When your soul stands whole — union becomes truth. Until then — That’s the hard truth.
