Verse 1 Morning breaks on higher ground No banners raised, no battle sound Stone by stone, the path appears Drawn by weather, steps, and years Verse 2 Maps are folded, not obeyed The land replies, adjustments made Each delay a chosen move Nothing taken, something proved Chorus I climb, unhurried Toward the line where borders fade Not by force, but staying Long enough to learn the way Verse 3 Names arrive much later on After danger’s almost gone What was held becomes terrain Not a triumph, just a gain Outro Higher still, but barely seen The rise is slow, the plan is clean When I stand, there’s no crown Only ground that stays around
