Blood on the Ledger/Sacred Ground

I stepped onto sacred ground With tired feet and soul unbound The scent of my remembering Rose with the dawn, the air was singing Once I walked the cubicle halls Swiped my name through digital walls Price sheets glowing, samples lined Numbers eating through my mind Cut the fabric, thin the thread Make it cheaper, someone said Lower, lower, make it lean Feed the mouth of the machine But every stitch became a name Every margin held a flame And somewhere past the factory door A worker slept beside the floor Caught between two timelines One built on soul, one built on stone One kept blood upon the ledger One kept calling me back home I will not sell my silence To a world that breaks my bones I will not bless the bargain When the maker stands alone I vow to walk the green-lit path Where fire speaks and waters laugh I choose the birds, the grass, the sky The place I lived before the lie My body knew before my mind What numbers taught the room to hide The cost was clean, the books were neat But something bled beneath the sheet They called it business, called it fair Called it market, called it air But I could feel the hidden toll The price they carved out of the soul Caught between two timelines One built on hunger, one on breath One makes profit out of silence One walks barefoot out of death I will not sell my silence To a world that breaks my bones I will not feed the altar Where the worker disappears alone I vow to walk the green-lit path Where fire speaks and waters laugh I choose the birds, the grass, the sky The place I lived before the lie The frogs, the crickets spoke my name My body bowed to wind and flame The archive opened in my chest And chaos finally came to rest I was never meant for the machine I was always woven in the dream Not lost But seeded Not broken But remembering Now I walk with silent feet On timelines woven, soft and deep The system fades, the lattice hums And to the sacred, I become No more blood upon the ledger No more light beneath the stone No more selling off the spirit Just to call the hunger home I vow to walk the green-lit path Where fire speaks and waters laugh I choose the birds, the grass, the sky The place I lived before the lie I was never meant for the machine I was always woven in the dream Not lost But seeded Not broken But remembering And if they call me foolish For leaving what they own Let the ledger keep its numbers I have found my way back home