Answer to Seed

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[Verse 1] You left the glass towers coughing in the rain, Took a spade, a jar of seed, and your own name. On the ridge where the old road thinned to clay, You marked the spring and turned the slope to bread. [Pre-Chorus] No polished promise, no borrowed crown, Just hands that know what makes a roof hold down. [Chorus] You’re building a life that the ledgers can’t own, A fence for the garden, a hearth of your own. Let the war rooms thunder, let the money men scheme, You’re raising good food from the roots of a dream. No throne, no master, no gilded decree— You plant for the living, and you answer to seed. [Verse 2] The orchard keeps the names of every friend, The rain tank gathers what the dry months spend. You mend the tools, trade apples, teach the young To question every loud and hollow tongue. [Pre-Chorus] They sell you fear, then sell the cure, A thousand bright distractions, none of them yours. [Chorus] You’re building a life that the ledgers can’t own, A fence for the garden, a hearth of your own. Let the war rooms thunder, let the money men scheme, You’re raising good food from the roots of a dream. No throne, no master, no gilded decree— You plant for the living, and you answer to seed. [Bridge] Not every fight is fought with a flame; Sometimes it’s refusing to play their game. A clean well, a patient hand, A neighbor fed, a commons planned. You keep your heart from the market’s price, And make your days a quiet, stubborn no. [Final Chorus] You’re building a life that the ledgers can’t own, A fence for the garden, a hearth of your own. Let the war rooms thunder, let the money men scheme, You’re raising good food from the roots of a dream. No throne, no master, no gilded decree— You plant for the living, and you answer to seed. [Outro] When the screens go dark and the banners fall, The beans will climb and the rain will call. You plant for the living, you tend what is free— And tomorrow takes root in the hands of the free.