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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
We all have roots in the same old ground
Some hands built homes, some burned them down
Good blood, bad blood in every name
Still we wear the weight and call it shame
A grandmother laughed by the garden gate
A father carried too much hate
So tell me, love, when did we learn
To hand out grief from the wrong surname?
[Pre-Chorus]
If pain got passed like coins in a jar
Then why do we keep calling it ours?
Why do we point at the dust and say
That every child should pay that way?
[Chorus]
Roots in our hands, not chains
Roots in our hands, not blame
I am not the wound you named
I am not your old again
Roots in our hands, roots in our hands
We can choose what we become
[Verse 2]
My mother planted beans in rain
Your uncle taught you how to stay
Some were cruel and some were kind
Both left marks on the line
I’ve seen a boy with his father’s face
Carry a war he never made
So why keep score on a map of pain
When mercy could break that chain?
[Pre-Chorus]
If pain got passed like coins in a jar
Then why do we keep calling it ours?
Why do we point at the dust and say
That every child should pay that way?
[Chorus]
Roots in our hands, not chains
Roots in our hands, not blame
I am not the wound you named
I am not your old again
Roots in our hands, roots in our hands
We can choose what we become
[Bridge]
Let the names fall off like leaves
Let the bitter ground find peace
What was done is not what is
We can stop this now, we can
One by one, we loosen fear
One by one, we make it clear
[Final Chorus]
Roots in our hands, not chains
Roots in our hands, not blame
I am not the wound you named
I am not your old again
Roots in our hands, roots in our hands
We can choose what we become
Roots in our hands, roots in our hands
And the future starts with one
Details
GeneratedAug 4, 2026
Duration3:42
LanguageEnglish
Style
Celtic folk pop with female vocals, lilting mid-tempo pulse, bodhrán taps and handclaps under bright acoustic guitar; verse stays intimate with a solo voice and fiddle countermelody, pre-chorus lifts with stacked harmonies and a rising whistle line, chorus opens wide with group vocals and a stomp-and-clap hook. Breathly lead, warm doubles on the chorus, short delay throws on key phrases, airy transitional harp swells and a final lift of fiddle and drum. Wide, luminous mix with earthy edge and polished pop sheen., pop, folk, celtic
Credits
Prompt by
Artemis15
Artemis15ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Female, pop, Celtic folk pop
We all have roots. We all have histories of good and bad people. People who hurt and people who loved. Why do we still blame others for their ancestor’s actions?
