Verse I Ye'll pay a giant without a sigh, For another thing ye'll cast aside. A thousand coins for gilded names, Yet none to feed forgotten flames. The merchant's banner fills the square, Whilst dreamers breathe the thinner air. An unseen hand builds through the night, Yet wakes with neither bread nor light. "I have no coin," the people cry, Yet carts grow full as days go by. Subscriptions, fashions, fleeting praise, Still bought a hundred different ways. Pre-Chorus Ye say ye seek another road, Yet never help to bear the load. Ye curse the world ye daily feed, Then starve the very ones in need. Chorus One dollar—too much, so they say. Hundreds vanish every day. For the giant they gladly pay, For the humble they turn away. They watch the work. They share the dream. They praise the craft. They join the stream. Yet when one hand is stretched for aid, Silence is the coin they paid. Verse II The poor man sketches by candlelight, Building futures through the night. Another engine, another plan, Another hope to better man. His hands are worn, his table bare, His heart still filled with patient care. He asks not kingdoms, asks not gold, Only enough his work to hold. Yet millions pass his labor by, Content to watch, content to spy. Content to harvest every seed, But never water what they need. Verse III They'll spend on brands they cannot own, To make another empire grown. Another tower scraped the sky, Whilst smaller dreams are left to die. They'll wear the mark upon their sleeve, As though a logo makes them breathe. The richest feast grows ever wide; The hungry craftsman waits outside. Chorus One dollar—too much, so they say. Yet fortunes drift away each day. Coffee bought without a thought, Dreams abandoned, never bought. The giants flourish, vast and tall. The little voices barely call. A thousand eyes consume the fire; Few will lift the burning pyre. Verse IV Ye read the words another wrote, Ye quote the songs within your throat. Ye build your life on others' art, Yet never feed the maker's heart. Ye love invention once it thrives, When wealth at last around it lies. But when the roots are weak and small, Ye pass in silence, one and all. "Someone else shall surely give." Thus every hope forgets to live. Each waits upon another hand, Until no dream is left to stand. Bridge A forest grows from single seed. A river starts from little streams. No kingdom rises in one dawn; It stands because of countless dreams. The greatest names were once unknown. The brightest fires once burned alone. Had every soul looked just away, The world would still be dark today. Final Chorus One dollar is not merely gold; It whispers, "Carry on. Be bold." It says, "I see your weary climb. Keep building. Yours may change our time." The mighty once were poor as well, Before the world had learned their tale. So if ye long for change to start, Spend not alone—but give thy heart. Outro Judge not a dream by present worth, Nor measure hope by coin on Earth. For every giant, every throne, Was built by hands once left alone. If none will plant, then none shall reap. If all but watch, the world shall sleep. The future waits in humble hands— Not only in the wealthy lands. Remember this when next ye say: "I have no dollar left today." For history turns on gifts so small, That one kind hand may change it all.
