INTRO (Spoken) We crossed water. We crossed silence. We crossed forgetting. But we did not disappear. The roots went underground — and underground is not the same as gone.

VERSE 1 From the red earth of kingdoms old, To broken chains and stories untold, They scattered seeds across the tide, But spirit traveled deep inside.

Drum in the chest, rhythm in the vein, Songs coded soft through sorrow and pain, Even when language was stripped away, Memory found another way.

Braids became maps, quilts became signs, Choir-room hymns held ancient lines. What they buried beneath the night Learned how to bloom without the light.

PRE-CHORUS What went dormant never died, It was waiting for the tide. What was silenced found a sound, Every lost thing circles round.

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