Lyrics By: J.G. Argo ©2026 Inspired by an old dream in 2022 Verse 1 I woke with my jaw like stone in the night Teeth grinding sparks from an invisible fight The dark still humming behind my eyes Like something unfinished refused to die So I pulled myself up an invisible rope Hand over hand past the edge of sleep Climbing the breath of a silent hope Toward a door that opened alone for me I fell — not down, but inward wide Into a sanctuary lit from inside Vaulted ceilings breathing slow Where cathedral light and dreamwinds go A young man stood with raven hair Wind in his voice like desert air He asked the room for a hymnal plea A song to carry the mystery A boy beside me — blurred but known Like memory wearing borrowed bone He said, “New York City,” clear and bright And the pages shimmered in sacred light There it was in the written flame Skyline ink calling a living name Congregation rising like living fire Joy shedding what the dream required Synapse light in a hundred eyes Skyline rising where old fear dies Pre-Chorus Hallways shifting as I moved through them Rooms rearranging without a hand Time like water learning its shape Flowing where the waking mind would stand I knew I was dreaming inside the dream Mantra cutting a silver seam Repeating truth like a steady drum Becoming the place I was climbing from Chorus Then — Blue arm rising in lucid light Colossal guardian breathing the night Rock-em-sock-em relic of childlike sight Swinging slow through the threshold bright Dogs bark sharp at the rim of sleep Reality calling from somewhere deep Chickens calling the birth of dawn Saying, “Child, you were climbing all along” Blue arm, blue dawn — vast and calm Not a sword, not fear, not harm Strength made visible, wide and old Guardian shape in cobalt gold Blue arm still in the waking air Verse 2 The service dissolved but the pulse remained Not heaven above — but a psyche unchained Hymns shedding skin like serpent lore City and temple were one once more The mantra moved like a living sign Coiling inward through design of time Upward, inward — no direction named Only the expanding self became The boy was youth. The singer — will. The church — memory standing still. The city — motion, human flame. The blue arm — power without shame. Bridge What if giants rise when awareness wakes The parts of the self the shadow makes Painted in childhood plastic hue So the heart won’t run from what it knew Jaw unclenching as the morning breaks Mantra humming through fence-line stakes Dogs and earth and frost and sky Myth dissolving into I Final Chorus Cathedral light across pasture gold Story shedding what it was told Climber standing where he began Rope in his lungs — awake as man No throne above, no wrath below Just breath becoming what it knows
