There’s a rhythm underneath us Older than the walls we raise Like a river knows the ocean Though it wanders different ways We were never broken We just lost the sound Heaven wasn’t somewhere We could build it from the ground We were born with different heartbeats Different colors, different songs Different roads beneath our footsteps Still the road can lead us on We don’t have to march together We don’t have to fall in line You can dance beneath your moonlight I can wander under mine There are whispers in the ruins There are seeds beneath the stone There are hands that still remember How to make a place a home And a million little lanterns Not one commanding flame They can light each other gently Without burning the same Leave a little room between us Where another song can breathe Leave the doorway standing open For the ones who need to leave Let the truth be in the harvest Not the promise of the seed If the garden feeds the hungry They will know what they have seen Bring your rhythm, I’ll bring mine Find the places they align Where they don’t, let freedom ring There’s room for every voice to sing Build a table wide and long No one owns another’s song No throne above, no one below Just roots exchanging what they know If we learn to hear the whole Without surrendering the soul The world we’ve dreamed about Is something we can grow Towers leaning heavy Roots that bear the weight Rivers dammed and numbered Hands outside the gate But we don’t have to fight the mountain We can teach the streams to turn We can carry what is useful Leave behind what doesn’t serve Build another little workshop Plant another little field Make a place where human labor Grows into the life it yields Let the old road keep on running While another road begins No need to burn the bridges Just build somewhere else to live When somebody finds a better way Don’t carve their name in stone Let a thousand hands reshape it Till the pattern is their own The teacher’s greatest triumph Isn’t followers in line It’s the day the song keeps playing When they leave the stage behind Bring your rhythm, I’ll bring mine Find the places they align Where they don’t, let freedom ring There’s room for every voice to sing Build a table wide and long No one owns another’s song No throne above, no one below Just roots exchanging what they know If we learn to hear the whole Without surrendering the soul The world we’ve dreamed about Is something we can grow Some gather by the water Some settle in the hills Some raise a thousand questions Some quietly rebuild Some keep the ancient rhythm Some make a strange new sound Some leave and some return again When common ground is found The pressure is a question Not a match against the wall The answer is creation Not the wish to watch things fall If a house no longer shelters Build another next to it Make it warmer, make it stronger Then let people freely pick We don’t need a revolution That devours another dawn We need somewhere worth becoming And the courage to move on Not one answer for the millions Not one rhythm, flag, or name Just a way to hold each other While remaining unashamed Put one metronome among us Not a master—just a sound Steady enough to be remembered Soft enough to walk around One heart starts to follow Another finds the beat The rhythm bends through valleys Changes underneath our feet One becomes a hundred Every village adds a line Nobody knows the first song But the chorus still survives One day stop the metronome Let silence fill the air If the music keeps on playing Then we know it lives in there Let it bend Let it breathe Let it wander Let it leave Let it break into a thousand songs And listen when they meet Nothing disappears here It only changes form Rain becomes the river River feeds the corn Fire becomes the ashes Ashes feed the ground Every gift keeps traveling Long after leaves have fallen down What I give becomes your shelter What you learn becomes my light What we lose becomes tomorrow If we carry it there right Bring your rhythm, I'll bring mine We don't have to be aligned Every heartbeat finds a place Without another losing space Build the table wide and long Every heartbeat brings its song No throne above or fear below Just human hands to guide and grow And when the storms come rolling through We can re-frame and form what we outgrew Not shatter when the pressure calls But bend like branches through it all Let every garden choose its seed Let every river find the sea Let every soul remain its own And never have to stand alone We build without destroying We change without a war We open different windows Without breaking every door Maybe power isn’t taking Maybe power’s what we seed Maybe freedom means I’m still me Standing here beside you Different heartbeat Different tempo Different window Same sunrise And if one small song reminds us Of the music buried deep Let it ring until we hear it Then set the singer free Don’t follow me Hear each other And build
