[Verse 1]
Beneath the weight of ancient skies, we gather like embers,
Footprints in the dust, a rhythm we remember.
Hands carve the soil where the roots entwine,
A thousand whispers hum, "The future is mine, yours, *ours* to design."
[Chorus]
Oh, we riseāoh, we riseācarried by the tide,
A choir of shadows dancing side by side.
The storm may bend us, but the light wonāt hide,
We are the river, and the river is wide.
[Verse 2]
The Ngoniās breath weaves through the cracks of time,
A fractured world softens, harmonized in rhyme.
The Guembri pulses where the old roads fray,
āWalk softer now,ā the ancestors say, ābut never look away.ā
[Call-and-Response]
Lead: *Do you hear the calabash sigh?*
Choir: *We breathe the same air, under the same eye.*
Lead: *Can you feel the drumās reply?*
Choir: *One heartbeat, one horizon, one sky.*
[Bridge]
The Rhodes spills honey where the scars run deep,
A desert guitar wails secrets we keep.
Darkness may linger, but the dawn is oursā
Turn the soil, turn the hour, turn the buried seeds to flowers.
[Chorus]
Oh, we riseāoh, we riseācarried by the tide,
A choir of shadows dancing side by side.
The storm may bend us, but the light wonāt hide,
We are the river, and the river is wide.
[Outro]
*(Instrumental outro: Guembri and Ngoni spiral, Talking Drum converses with the Rhodes, electric guitar riffs dissolve into the choirās hum fading.)*