Verse 1
We built our towers out of names,
And carved our laws in stone.
We wore our certainties like crowns,
Yet walked the world alone.
The storm arose above the streets,
The sky was torn apart.
A golden thread crossed earth and cloud,
And passed through every heart.
Chorus
Hold not the rope with iron hands,
Hold not the light with fear.
The truth was never yours to own,
It only brought you here.
Lift up the weak, forgive the lost,
And help the fallen stand.
The gate of heaven opens not
By force, but open hands.
Verse 2
Some clung tightly to judgment’s throne,
And praised the coming fire.
They pulled and pulled upon the rope,
Consumed by their desire.
Yet every knot they tied for others
Wound itself around.
The chains they forged for distant souls
Became their prison bound.
Chorus
Hold not the rope with iron hands,
Hold not the light with fear.
The truth was never yours to own,
It only brought you here.
Lift up the weak, forgive the lost,
And help the fallen stand.
The gate of heaven opens not
By force, but open hands.
Bridge
The light spoke not of victory.
The light spoke not of war.
It whispered through a thousand tongues:
“Love one another more.”
No trumpet called the righteous home.
No sword divided night.
The only path that crossed the void
Was mercy made of light.
Final Chorus
Release the rope to raise a friend,
And you shall lose no ground.
The hand that serves another soul
Is where the light is found.
For every throne becomes a grave,
And every chain a brand.
But heaven blooms upon the earth
Through humble, healing hands.
Outro
The storm grew still.
The banners fell.
The mirrors lost their claim.
And those who chose compassion’s road
Became the light they named.
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