Lyric

Morning breaks on higher ground

No banners raised, no battle sound

Stone by stone, the path appears

Drawn by weather, steps, and years

Maps are folded, not obeyed

The land replies, adjustments made

Each delay a chosen move

Nothing taken, something proved

I climb, unhurried

Toward the line where borders fade

Not by force, but staying

Long enough to learn the way

Names arrive much later on

After danger’s almost gone

What was held becomes terrain

Not a triumph, just a gain

Higher still, but barely seen

The rise is slow, the plan is clean

When I stand, there’s no crown

Only ground that stays around