[Verse 1] You ask if there is danger in the current or the flame, as though power bears intention, as though magic carries blame. Water turns the patient millstone, water takes the careless child; nothing in its nature chooses whether it is tame or wild. There are those who name a practice and believe the naming wise, drawing borders around knowledge so they need not ask it why. I have never feared a question for the answer it might give. Better know the thing before you than forbid it how to live. [Pre-Chorus] Power is a poor ambition, strength a shallow thing to seek. First observe the way it answers. Learn its grammar. Let it speak. [Chorus] Know the measure, know the motion, feel the tension, find the seam. Will alone is only wanting; craft is knowing where to lean. Every force contains a pattern, every pattern leaves a trace. Understand what lies before you— then persuade it into shape. [Verse 2] There is elegance in restraint: half the battle goes unseen. No need to announce the lightning when a subtler hand is clean. Shift the ground beneath a footstep, bend the distance, draw it near; touch the place where worlds lie closest, and the path itself appears. I have watched a spell grow slowly, year on year and hand on hand, each new working finding echoes left by those who shaped the land. Not a contest of dominion, not a monument to might— something answered, something altered, each made different by the rite. [Pre-Chorus] Any fool can covet power, call destruction mastery. Wisdom asks what will be altered, what must change—and what must bleed. [Chorus] Know the measure, know the motion, feel the tension, find the seam. Will alone is only wanting; craft is knowing where to lean. Every force contains a pattern, every pattern leaves a trace. Understand what lies before you— then persuade it into shape. [Verse 3] They will tell you some arts taint you, some are sacred, some profane, as if cruelty grows gentler when bestowed an approved name. I have seen the feared bring healing, seen the righteous hand destroy. There is little truth in labels when the hand still makes the choice. Yet a tool may grow a hunger, and a gift become a need; there are powers worth refusing when desire outruns heed. Learn the cost before you pay it. Learn what cannot be restored. For the hand that acts in blindness has no right to wield the sword. [Bridge] There are places in creation where the joining has worn thin, where a careful hand may loosen what another fastened in. Every boundary has structure. Every structure may be known. Find the point that bears the burden. Touch it— and the whole thing moves. But movement is not mending, nor is knowledge always sight. One may know each thread precisely and still pull the wrong one tight. So consider every consequence, every life the change may claim— then, if no other hand can do it, do not turn away. [Final Chorus] Know the measure, know the motion, feel the tension, find the seam. Power guided by intention makes a doorway of a dream. Every force contains a pattern, every pattern leaves a trace. Understand what lies before you— then decide what you will change. [Outro] Magic never asked for worship. Magic never learned to fear. Listen long enough to know it— and the way becomes quite clear.
