[Verse] They carved on stone with sticks and bone A tablet made of earth alone No apps no screens just lines of clay [Chorus] They scratched their tales in the firelight A tablet of stone in the dead of night Stories told in the rock’s embrace The ancient whispers time can't erase [Verse 2] No stylus needed just a hand They marked the stars they drew the land Maps of dreams in a primal race [Bridge] No swiping no clicking just carving deep In every groove their secrets sleep A tablet not of tech but time Etched in rhythm raw and prime [Chorus] They scratched their tales in the firelight A tablet of stone in the dead of night Stories told in the rock’s embrace The ancient whispers time can't erase
