[Intro — mellow groove, rambling guitar] [Verse 1] Cain walked out with a shaking hand, dust rising at his heels, Marked by what he couldn’t carry, chased by what he couldn’t heal. Sun beat down like judgment day, wind howled like a friend, Sometimes a man keeps walking till he meets himself again. [Verse 2] Brother blood on a tilled-up field, silence louder than a shout, Every stone along that highway whispered something about doubt. But a voice in the thornbush murmured low, “Child, you still belong,” Even wanderers find shelter when the night grows long. [Chorus] And the kings of the world keep raging, But the heavens just laugh out loud — You can scheme in a silver palace, But thunder don’t bow to a crown. So rest your head, oh rebel soul, Storm’s gonna pass you through — What’s forged in rain and fire Comes out shining true. [Verse 3] Down by the valley of shadows deep, men forgot their name, Trading mercy for a wicked grin, and calling ruin a game. Giants stomped through the cities then, shaking sleepers from their dreams, And every doorframe trembled at the weight of broken schemes. [Bridge — spoken/sung, drifting] And the Holy One asked the oceans, “How long till men wake up?” But the seas just rolled like laughter, And the sky said, “Fill the cup.” ’Cause a world that feeds on violence Will thirst for something clean — A flood begins in whispers Long before it’s seen. [Verse 4] Old man Noah built his hope on planks nobody believed, Hammer rang like judgment hymns that nobody received. But the clouds were growing restless, winds gathering their choir, And every creature knew the truth beneath that rising fire. [Chorus] And the kings of the world keep raging, But the heavens just laugh out loud — You can shout from a golden tower, But rivers don’t hear the proud. So rest your head, oh weary soul, Waters will carry you through — When the old world breaks in thunder, The new grows bold and true. [Instrumental Jam — warm, winding, lots of space] [Verse 5] Forty nights on an endless sea, no shoreline left to blame, Just the creaking ribs of mercy holding steady in the rain. But when the dove brought back that olive leaf, Noah finally knew — Sometimes the deepest judgment makes the earth brand new. [Outro — soft and wide] So walk on, children of thunder, Past the ruins and the gold, ’Cause every soul east of Eden Is still finding its road. And the One who steers the waters Still whispers to the few: “Take heart beneath the stormwind — I’m making all things new.