Titus

Titus Verse 1 He says that some are more important Some are higher than the rest Some were born to hold the power Some were simply born to kneel But I don’t see it that way When I look into the flame Some sparks may burn much brighter But the source is still the same Some are strong in body Some are strong in mind Some can see beyond the surface Some are still learning how to find Chorus Lords over ourselves Stewards for the rest Guardians of the living Giving everything our best Not above each other Not beneath the throne We are here to tend the garden And we each must tend our own Lords over ourselves Stewards for humanity Stewards for the earth beneath us Stewards for the trees Verse 2 The brightest sparks aren’t property They don’t belong to blood They don’t live inside a family name Or disappear into the mud You can’t inherit consciousness You can’t purchase what you see You can’t lock a living fire Inside your genealogy And maybe that’s the problem Maybe that’s what they can see The sparks are showing up everywhere And they don’t belong to royalty Chorus Lords over ourselves Stewards for the rest Guardians of the living Giving everything our best Not above each other Not beneath the throne We are here to tend the garden And we each must tend our own Bridge So they build their webs Thread by thread Catch the spark Before it spreads Whack-a-mole Stamp it down Hide the fire Bury the sound But every time they push one under Another one appears Every time they try to silence Someone else begins to hear Breakdown You can trap a body You can’t trap an idea You can silence one voice But the frequency is still here You can build your walls You can tighten every chain But you cannot own the fire And you cannot stop the flame Final Chorus Lords over ourselves Stewards for the rest Not rulers over living things But servants of the best Not above each other Not beneath the throne The only kingdom worth defending Is the one we govern home Lords over ourselves Stewards for humanity Stewards for the earth Stewards for the living Outro Some sparks burn brighter Some sparks burn low But nobody gets to own them And nobody gets to know Which little spark Will start the fire Next.