[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Ancient texts carved in stone, temples built to unknown thrones,
A thousand names for the same light, yet we battle for who’s right.
Did the stars whisper secrets to Babylon’s sky?
Or did Pharaohs claim the sun as their own design?
Scrolls and psalms, wars fought on sacred ground,
B***d spilled for doctrines lost, love drowned in the sound.
[Pre-Chorus]
Is it the call of the divine, or echoes of man’s mind?
We built the walls, then called it holy design.
[Chorus]
Which God is original?
The one who breathes in every soul,
Not carved in wood or cast in gold,
But in the hearts that break for hope.
Compassion’s the anthem, truth the creed,
A river where all traditions bleed—
The original flows where love’s agreed.
[Verse 2]
Sunday pews or Friday prayers, incense swirls in monsoon air,
Bodhi trees or Mecca’s stairs—same tears, same scars we bear.
Crusades wrote hymns in ash and flame,
Caste systems wrapped in a holy name.
Did we twist the word to fit our chains?
Or does the divine wear endless faces, same veins?
[Pre-Chorus]
Is the messiah a mirror, reflecting our fears?
A thousand paths, but the summit’s in tears.
[Chorus]
Which God is original?
The one who binds the fracture whole,
Not a weapon to sway or control,
But the hands that mend a shattered soul.
Wisdom’s the language, grace the seed,
A harvest where all faiths can feed—
The original lives where hate’s decreed.
[Bridge]
Light the same sky, we’re children of one moon,
Draped in different colors, hum the same tune.
Lay down the armor, let the questions rise,
The truth’s not in the symbol—it’s behind the eyes.
[Chorus]
Which God is original?
The one who needs no parable,
Not a flag on a conqueror’s hill,
But the peace in the silent still.
Mercy’s the rhythm, kindness the b**t,
A chorus where all hearts can meet—
The original God is love complete.
[Outro]