THE WORK BECOMES THE WAY

[Verse 1] A man bought maps for every highway, Marked the shortest road in red, Spent ten years preparing for the journey, Never left his bed. He knew the names of every mountain, Every valley, every bay, But knowledge never moved his footsteps— The work becomes the way. [Chorus] The work becomes the way, my friend, The work becomes the way, A dream is just a visitor Until you ask it to stay. You do not need the perfect hour, You only need today, Put one hand upon the future— The work becomes the way. [Verse 2] A woman planted twelve small seedlings In a patch of stubborn ground, Her neighbours saw a field of nothing, She saw roots reaching down. She watered faith before the flowers, Kept the hungry weeds at bay, By summer everyone was asking How she made the garden stay. [Chorus] The work becomes the way, my friend, The work becomes the way, A dream is just a visitor Until you ask it to stay. You do not need the perfect hour, You only need today, Put one hand upon the future— The work becomes the way. [Verse 3] We praise the crown but miss the hammer, Praise the song but miss the scale, Praise the ship arriving safely, Not the hands that raised the sail. But talent grows through repetition, And luck prefers the ones who train, The sun may promise greener country, Still somebody plants the grain. [Bridge] Do it badly, then do it better, Write one line, then write the letter, Lay one stone, then lay another, Teach one child, then teach each other. Greatness rarely rings a bell To tell you it has come to stay— It quietly becomes your habit, And the work becomes the way. [Final Chorus] The work becomes the way, my friend, The work becomes the way, A dream is just a visitor Until you ask it to stay. You do not need the perfect hour, You only need today, Put both hands upon the future— The work becomes the way. [Outro] Not someday. Not one day. This day. The work becomes the way.