... Love... no sirens.. no signal... just wind in the pines... this is what we built... I stepped out the noise, let the system die took my name back from the satellite sky no more chains in a digital lie just dirt, blood, and a reason why we built from scratch like it used to be hands in the earth, not screens to see my sons watch me like I’m memory of a world that forgot what free could mean I taught em steel from a sharpened stone how to stand when the grid is gone how to hear when the world go wrong when the only light is what you’ve grown my wife by my side with a steady hand no blueprint, just a better plan we don’t need approval from distant man we just build what we understand we off the grid, no leash, no chain rain on the roof, no corporate name we feed our blood, not feed their game Love in the soil where we reclaimed garden alive where the silence sings sons learning life from simple things how to grow, how to fix, how to build their wings not how to bow to invisible kings rain catch barrels where the water flows no middleman when the system goes we watch seeds break through frozen roads like truth through cracks in broken codes chickens roam where the wild grass grows goats on hills where the cold wind blows every breath feel like it chose to stay alive in the world we chose I teach em how to carve, not consume how to read sky, not read doom how to turn soil into a room that feeds life back when it blooms no wage, no cage, no corporate blade just sweat and time and what we made every nail in wood I laid feel like ancestors got repaid listen… this ain’t escape this is return back to what the world forgot to learn we off the grid, no leash, no chain rain on the roof, no corporate name we feed our blood, not feed their game Love in the soil where we reclaimed sons in the dirt with their hands in earth learning what life is actually worth not for the feed, not for the search but for the ground, for the birth I built these walls with a tired spine no contractor, just bloodline grind every beam got a piece of time every scar on the wood is mine my sons don’t fear what the dark might bring they know the sound when the coyotes sing they know the weight of a broken thing and how to fix it without a screen my wife still laughs in the morning fog while I split logs like I split old flaws we don’t worship laws of applause we worship cause and the earth’s own laws this is love not soft, not fake it’s the work that your hands must make it’s the life that the strong don’t take it’s the ground that don’t ever break mountains above where the world don’t see we don’t need them, they don’t need me just family, soil, and legacy and a house that breathes like it’s meant to be no gods on screens no fake degrees just sons and soil and evergreen trees we off the grid, but we finally free rain makes food from a living tree my sons learn life from what they see Love in the land where we’re meant to be this is not survival this is life rebuilt by hand...Love...
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