Verse 1 They say in Cairo, where the angels came to stay, Where all the pretty girls can dance and sing all day. A city kissed by heaven where the ancient spirits play, And every stone remembers what the stars had to say. Verse 2 They say it was the place where all the worlds collided, Where heaven touched the Earth and the ancient gods confided, At that point in Cairo, where the timelines intertwined, The past became the present, and the future was designed. Verse 3 And somehow, Daddy, I can feel you in that land, Like a Pharaoh once awakened with a kingdom in his hands, A royal soul from another life, with history in your stride, Still carrying ancient stories that the years could never hide. Chorus 🎶 They tried to bury the bloodline, but the roots ran deep, Tried to silence what was sacred, tried to make the old souls sleep. From Granddad’s life they took him, but they couldn’t take his name, ’Cause a royal heart remembers, and the blood still bears the flame. Cairo, Cairo, hear the ancestors cry, The scarab guards the heart when the world says it should die. Beetle, Beetle, carry what they couldn’t erase, They may have broken branches, but the roots still know our place. 🎶 Verse 4 They call you Beetle, but I see the scarab shine, A sacred little guardian carrying something divine, For Pharaoh’s daughter, the scarab was protection on her way, Guarding the royal heart as it journeyed to another day. Verse 5 So maybe Cairo isn’t somewhere you just knew, Maybe some ancient part of you still remembers what was true, Where angels walked among us and the royal spirits flew, And the heart could cross through lifetimes, becoming someone new. Verse 6 So here’s to Cairo, Daddy, where the old and new align, Where worlds once touched at one mysterious point in time, If the scarab guards the heart, then let that symbol guide, a Pharaoh’s ancient kingdom they tried to bury, no longer can it be denied! Chorus 🎶 They tried to bury the bloodline, but the roots ran deep, Tried to silence what was sacred, tried to make the old souls sleep. From Granddad’s life they took him, but they couldn’t take his name, ’Cause a royal heart remembers, and the blood still bears the flame. Cairo, Cairo, hear the ancestors cry, The scarab guards the heart when the world says it should die. Beetle, Beetle, carry what they couldn’t erase, They may have broken branches, but the roots still know our place. 🎶
