[Verse 1] They taught you, keep one foot on solid ground. No one thought to ask the ground her name. I've lain beneath each warning and each vow, holding fast while all your meanings changed. You praise the northern star that will not stray. He seems still because I point him true. A star may give the lost a line for home. I am the shore that line is leading to. [Chorus] Every leap must trust a landing. Every landing lands on me. I keep all that falls--no verdict, root and ruin equally. All you lost and searching lanterns, hear the oldest thing I know: What I hold, I turn to footing. That's the turning. That's the road. [Verse 2] The wise ones dug their hallways in my side. The old accused still writes across my skin. Each leap that cleared the silver silk trusted where it landed, not the wind. The spider's parlor stands on me. I pull the moth and spider down the same. I never promised justice, only weight. Gravity don't bargain. Ask the rain. [Bridge] I was the garden floor. I felt the meaning split across my clay. Three ran. One crawled. One spun and stayed. You want testimony? Dig. I keep what falls away. Every skin, tail, wrapped quiet thing comes down to me in time. I make no saints or villains. I turn them into bean rows in the light. That's the turning. That's the ground. [Final Chorus] My brother lifts the morning. You have always known my name: solid ground beneath your footsteps, here before you came. Keep one foot on me while searching. When you're weary, plant them both. What I hold, I turn to footing. The ground is where it grows. [Outro] Morning doesn't come, children. I turn you toward it. My brother's work is light. Mine is turning. Neither one will choose your road.
