WRITING ON THE WALL

Songtext

[Intro] I grew up where the field met the edge of the sky, Learned early how to work, learned later how to cry. They told me, “Keep moving,” so I carried it all— Now the kingdoms look nervous at the writing on the wall. [Verse 1] Had a storm in the house, but I slept through the thunder, Or pretended I did while my world split asunder. Every wound had a name, every silence had weight, Every locked little door taught me patience with fate. I was forging my way before I knew who I was, Made mistakes, paid the price, still believed in the Cause. I gave more than I kept, put my people ahead, Kept a roof over others while the rain found my bed. They called kindness weakness—I considered the Cross, Where the King looked defeated but redeemed every loss. I’m not claiming perfection; I’ve been dragged through the mire, But the Prince may be tired—he is still walking through fire. [Hook] I can see the writing on the wall tonight, All the towers leaning underneath their lights. Kings make promises, merchants count the cost, While the poor keep paying for whatever power lost. I hear trumpets in the distance, see the shadows fall, But I won’t bow down to the fear behind it all. Let the whole world tremble, let the proud ones crawl— Truth is still standing when the kingdoms fall. [Verse 2] Now the nations trade threats while the satellites stare, Every screen sells a panic, every lie wears a prayer. Peace signed with a pen, war prepared underneath, Golden cups on the table, iron hidden in the sheath. They can number every purchase, they can map every face, Build a heaven out of data—but it won’t contain grace. Babylon looks eternal from the suites at the top, Till the music goes silent and the marketplaces stop. I don’t know every symbol; I won’t counterfeit sight, But I recognize darkness when it dresses as light. Prophecy isn’t permission to abandon the ground— It’s a call to stay faithful when deception surrounds. [Bridge] So I plant while they’re burning, Give while they take. Pray while they’re plotting, Stay wide awake. No throne made of money, No crown bought with fear. If the end is approaching, Then let mercy find me here. [Final Hook] I can see the writing on the wall tonight, But the darkness never learned how to swallow light. Kings make promises, empires rise and fall— Still the Shepherd knows the name of every soul beneath it all. Let the last bell echo, let the final curtain fall, I won’t trade my spirit just to stand above them all. From the field to the kingdom, I have answered the call— Truth will still be standing when the kingdoms fall. [Outro] I grew up where the field met the edge of the sky… The Prince may be tired— But the faith never died.