[Intro]
We been asking where the road begins
Maybe listen where the river bends
[Verse 1]
Grandma kept a worn book beside the kitchen light
I heard its pages turning through the longest nights
But questions took me walking past the chapel door
To the cedar roots that held the hillside floor
I met my own reflection in a rain-filled stone
Felt the ground say, child, you are not alone
Our people carried wisdom in a hundred ways
In seed, in song, in hands that worked the clay
[Chorus]
We turn toward the earth, let the old trees teach
Find a sacred kind of truth in the world within reach
No one owns the spirit, no one holds the key
We are learning how to stand, how to breathe, how to be
[Verse 2]
Some set the scripture down, some still read it slow
Some keep a prayer they learned from long ago
There’s room to ask, to change, to name your own way
A creek can hold a lesson that no page can say
Black hands in the garden, dark soil on the skin
Roots beneath the pavement, green pushing in
We honor every elder, every road they chose
And make a little space for the life that grows
[Chorus]
We turn toward the earth, let the old trees teach
Find a sacred kind of truth in the world within reach
No one owns the spirit, no one holds the key
We are learning how to stand, how to breathe, how to be
[Bridge]
Not a war with the past, not a borrowed disguise
Just a wider horizon under open skies
What we keep, what we question, what we leave behind
The path is ours to walk, with a clear, steady mind
[Verse 3]
By the creek at sunrise, I let the rush pass
Feel the cool water move over stone and grass
No preacher in the branches, no judge in the rain
Just a world speaking softly through joy and pain
We choose what gives life, we make room to repair
For the child coming after, for the breath that we share
[Outro]
From the seed to the branch, from the soil to the sea
We can honor our roots and still choose to be free