RED THREAD RISING [Verse 1] We woke to wonder’s quiet call, drank from the well we’d long let dry. Curiosity our banner, care our guide, we walk where wild and tender coincide. We hold ambivalence like light, learning to move before we’re right— to coddiwomple through the grey, trusting the path to show the way. [Pre-Chorus] Through a disco-ball of mirrors, we find each other shining strange and true. [Chorus] We are the grokkists, rising in flight, following the red thread through the night. Not fitting boxes, but making our home, by living the questions that make us known. From spark to story, from care to flame, we weave the many into one name. [Verse 2 ] We lay down armour, step through the gate, hand in hand with what can’t wait. A thousand selves beneath one sun, each beginning where we’ve begun. We meet the world with open hands, sharing the love that understands. [Bridge] This is for the ones who listen, for the keepers of the spark, for the courage to keep creating, and to leave a human mark. Let rhythm move through what we mend, let regeneration never end. [Final Chorus / Outro] We are the grokkists — this is our time, moving through wonder, rhythm, and rhyme. In the messy, the living, the bold and the free, we stitch the red thread; we breathe, we be. Grokkistry in motion — we hold and we soar, together in the unknown, becoming more.
