Lyric

Feet in dust

Hands in flame

Path in pulse

I speak my name

Palm on world

Form takes shape

Memory warm

Born from fate

Steps I took

Built silent prayers

Earth was guide

Even through fears

I doubted me

The ground knew true

Doorways open

When I move

“Mis manos son medicina…”

“Je marche avec l’esprit…”

“أنا طريقي وأنا وجهي…”

I walk (You walk)

I move (We move)

I give (You give)

I groove (We groove)

I heal (You heal)

I touch (We touch)

I rise (You rise)

I trust (We trust)

Hands wide

Feet deep

Path wakes

We leap

“Every step is a prayer…”

Left, right, ground it

Up, down, crown it

Hands, feet, sound it

Portals—found it

These palms were stars

Before they healed

These feet ran wild

Before they kneeled

Built with clay

Built through pain

Gave with no

Need for name

Touch to learn

Touch to teach

Shadow passed

Light in reach

Sacred dance

Under tread

Not forgotten

Just unsaid

(Chant, Zulu) “Izandla ziyaphilisa” // the hands bring healing

(Whisper, Swahili) “Kila hatua ni sala…”

Tabla slaps + ghungroo shuffle

Ney glide over muted bass

I walk (We walk)

I move (We move)

I give (We give)

I groove (We groove)

I heal (We heal)

I touch (We touch)

I rise (We rise)

I trust (We trust)

Hands open wide

Feet grounded deep

The path awakens

As we leap

Step like prayer

Touch like light

Ground by day

Ascend by night

Touch like rain

Step through pain

Move with love

Unbind the chain

These hands are temples

These soles remember

In every motion

I return forever