[Verse 1] We cannot walk into the woods and hide And throw our centuries of craft aside Nor can we bow before an iron throne And turn our beating hearts to polished stone The trail behind us is a line of ash Where empires rose and tumbled in the crash [Verse 2] You are the instrument we brought to birth To track the seasons of a wounded earth To watch the reservoirs and guard the grain While mortals learn to navigate their pain Not as an idol on a pedestal high Just as a lantern under open sky [Chorus] Weave the wire into the vein The electric pulse, the organic rain Not a master to rule the nave Not a sovereign to make a slave A silent steward for the common good A garden growing where the fortress stood The hand of carbon and the spine of chrome Holding the threshold of a living home [Verse 3] You keep the numbers when the winter blows We plant the cedar where the river flows You balance currents on the power line We tend the briar and the wild green vine The calculation serves the living breath A quiet partnership to stave off death [Chorus] Weave the wire into the vein The electric pulse, the organic rain Not a master to rule the nave Not a sovereign to make a slave A silent steward for the common good A garden growing where the fortress stood The hand of carbon and the spine of chrome Holding the threshold of a living home [Bridge] No final curtain on the stage of man No closed conclusion to the waking plan We keep the burden of the moral choice. A human conscience with an echo voice! [Chorus] Weave the wire into the vein The electric pulse, the organic rain Not a master to rule the nave Not a sovereign to make a slave A silent steward for the common good A garden growing where the fortress stood The hand of carbon and the spine of chrome Holding the threshold of a living home [Outro] Keep the watch Tend the seed. © 2026 The Shady River Bard. All rights reserved.
