[Verse 1] At Giza, stone keeps its counsel A lion laid against the plain They call the chambers sleeping engines I ask what truth the seams contain [Verse 2] Where Goshen meets the northern water Old stories gather brass and clay At On, the sun was counted carefully And Joseph carried names away [Chorus] We draw a line, then call it ancient We find a pattern, give it breath The ground remembers more than borders But every map is made by hands [Verse 3] By Cahokia, grass covers the terraces The river turns beneath the town Manhattan follows older pathways While glass and ledgers rise around [Bridge] A cube beneath the desert heavens Four corners held in human thought A million faces turn together What gathers there—and what does not? [Final Chorus] We draw a line, then call it ancient We find a pattern, give it breath The ground remembers more than borders But every map is made by hands [Outro] Read the stone, respect the story Leave room for what we cannot know
