[Instrumental Intro] [Singer] What if the voice... You've been waiting to hear... Was always... Speaking softly... Somewhere beneath... The fear? What if the light... You keep searching for... Was never... Behind a distant door? [Pre-Chorus] Maybe... You are not... What happened to you... Maybe... You are also... What you choose... To become... [CHORUS] THERE'S SOMETHING DIVINE... IN YOU... NOT IN THE SKY... NOT SOMEWHERE NEW... IN EVERY DREAM... YOU DARE TO MAKE TRUE... DON'T FORGET... THE DIVINE... IN YOU... [Singer] A child hears... You can't... Enough times... And one day... Stops trying... A nation hears... There's no other way... And builds tomorrow... Exactly... Like yesterday... But somewhere... Someone says... What if? And suddenly... A door... That never existed... Opens... [CHORUS] THERE'S SOMETHING DIVINE... IN YOU... NOT BECAUSE... YOU CAN'T BREAK IN TWO... BUT BECAUSE... YOU CAN BREAK... AND STILL CHOOSE... DON'T FORGET... THE DIVINE... IN YOU... [Instrumental] [Rapper] I don't believe you can wish for a mountain and wake up standing on top. That's not what I mean. I mean... Tell a child he's stupid for fifteen years... Then act surprised when he stops raising his hand. Tell a people they're powerless... Long enough... And eventually they start asking permission to breathe. Belief isn't magic. It's quieter than that. More dangerous too. What you believe changes what you notice. What you notice changes what you attempt. What you attempt changes what you practice. What you practice changes what you become. And what enough people become... Changes the world. [Beat deepens] Every border started in a mind before somebody drew the line. Every prison started as an idea before somebody built the walls. Every revolution existed inside imagination before feet ever touched the street. Every cathedral. Every spaceship. Every symphony. Every weapon. Every cure. First... Something invisible. Then hands. [Flow accelerates] Thought into language, language to vision, vision to movement, movement decision, decision repeated, habit completed, character forming, future created. Fear sees danger in every stranger, builds a wall and calls it nature. Hope sees bridges where none existed, builds them slowly, gets resisted. Stories become identity, identity becomes society, society builds reality, then reality teaches the story recursively. Round and round, the dream makes the dreamer, the dreamer wakes, then changes the dream. So be careful what you call impossible. Somebody profits when you stop imagining. Be careful what you call human nature. Sometimes it's only the behavior rewarded by the game we're playing. And maybe the divine isn't supernatural. Maybe it's this strange ability... Matter... Looking at itself... Imagining something that has never existed... Then building it. [Instrumental Rise] [Singer] We are... The dream... And the dreamers... We are... The wound... And the healers... We are... The question... Still becoming... The answer... [Guitar Solo] [FINAL CHORUS] THERE'S SOMETHING DIVINE... IN YOU... IN WHAT YOU LOVE... IN WHAT YOU DO... IN EVERY WORLD... YOU HELP MAKE TRUE... DON'T FORGET... THE DIVINE... IN YOU... THERE'S SOMETHING DIVINE... IN US... NOT PERFECT... NOT PURE... JUST ENOUGH... TO LOOK AT THE WORLD... AND SAY... THIS ISN'T FINISHED... YET... [Instrumental fades] [Singer] What you believe... Is not always... What comes true... But nothing new... Has ever been built... Without first... Living... Inside someone... Like you.
