New Horizon Drift
Old maps folding in the rain
A doorway cut into the plain
We woke to a shoreline none of us named Windows open,
wild air changing
The streets were dirt,
then grass, then stone
We learned the land by walking slow No kings above,
no wires below
Just open hands and weathered hope
If this is the new world
Let it start in the small things
Bread on the table A fire that keeps singing
New world, turn your face to us We are tired,
but we are ready
New world, grow from the dust Make these broken hearts steady
New world, under open sky Teach our hands to hold what's holy
New world, don't pass us by We are less alone now,
slowly
Children chalking suns on borrowed walls Neighbors trading names across the garden
Someone plants a row of marigolds
Someone mends a coat instead of parting Every little mercy builds a
road
Every quiet promise leaves a mark
Maybe the new world is not a crown
Maybe it starts when we set one down Maybe the light is
a kitchen flame Calling each stranger by their name
New world, turn your face to us We are tired,
but we are ready
New world, grow from the dust Make these broken hearts steady
New world, under open sky Teach our hands to hold what's holy
New world, don't pass us by We are less alone now,
slowly
(hummmm) A doorway cut into the plain (hummmm)
We walk in, slowly