Children, What will you do. (V3)

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[Chorus]
Children of mine, take hold of this fire:
The spark that you guard is the life you inspire.
The world will demand what it’s certain you owe,
But the seed that you water is the one that will grow.
And when the long night lays its burden on you,
Tell me, my children, what will you do?

[Verse 2]
I’ve stood on the mountain where echoes don’t end,
I’ve seen how a stranger can turn to a friend,
I’ve watched how the crooked path still finds the plain,
And I’ve known that the harvest is born out of pain.
For the rain that is bitter makes the soil renew,
And the hand that is open holds more than the few.

[Verse 3]
I’ve watched the fool gather what rots in his hand,
I’ve watched the wise build where no one had planned,
I’ve seen kings fall silent while beggars still sing,
And I’ve heard the bell toll without moving its ring.
For the voice that is humble speaks louder than lies,
And the low ground will rise when the high tower dies.

[Verse 4] (Final / Climactic)
I’ve walked through the silence where voices were banned,
I’ve stood on the shoreline and held out my hand,
I’ve learned that the riches men die to defend
Are dust in the pocket, and ash on the wind.
But the word that is given and carried as true
Will outlive the speaker — it waits now for you.

[Chorus] (Final)
Children of mine, take hold of this fire:
The spark that you guard is the life you inspire.
The world will demand what it’s certain you owe,
But the seed that you water is the one that will grow.
And when the long night lays its burden on you,
Tell me, my children, what will you do?

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[Verse 1] I’ve walked through a city where windows were blind, I’ve heard a song sung with no rhythm, no rhyme, I’ve seen a man bow to a crown made of dust, And I’ve learned that the glitter is never the trust. For the mask that is broken shows the face that is true, And I pass that vision now, children, to you. [Chorus] Children of mine, take hold of this fire: The spark that you guard is the life you inspire. The world will demand what it’s certain you owe, But the seed that you water is the one that will grow. And when the long night lays its burden on you, Tell me, my children, what will you do? [Verse 2] I’ve stood on the mountain where echoes don’t end, I’ve seen how a stranger can turn to a friend, I’ve watched how the crooked path still finds the plain, And I’ve known that the harvest is born out of pain. For the rain that is bitter makes the soil renew, And the hand that is open holds more than the few. [Chorus] Children of mine, take hold of this fire: The spark that you guard is the life you inspire. The world will demand what it’s certain you owe, But the seed that you water is the one that will grow. And when the long night lays its burden on you, Tell me, my children, what will you do? [Verse 3] I’ve watched the fool gather what rots in his hand, I’ve watched the wise build where no one had planned, I’ve seen kings fall silent while beggars still sing, And I’ve heard the bell toll without moving its ring. For the voice that is humble speaks louder than lies, And the low ground will rise when the high tower dies. [Chorus] Children of mine, take hold of this fire: The spark that you guard is the life you inspire. The world will demand what it’s certain you owe, But the seed that you water is the one that will grow. And when the long night lays its burden on you, Tell me, my children, what will you do? [Verse 4] (Final / Climactic) I’ve walked through the silence where voices were banned, I’ve stood on the shoreline and held out my hand, I’ve learned that the riches men die to defend Are dust in the pocket, and ash on the wind. But the word that is given and carried as true Will outlive the speaker — it waits now for you. [Chorus] (Final) Children of mine, take hold of this fire: The spark that you guard is the life you inspire. The world will demand what it’s certain you owe, But the seed that you water is the one that will grow. And when the long night lays its burden on you, Tell me, my children, what will you do?

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