precarious · tenacious · reckoning
A day strung between rare moments of joy hauled up from the rubble and older, heavier griefs that refuse to stay buried — the world negotiating with its own worst impulses while rescuers pull the living from the earth.
What the Tunnel Gave Back
Verse 1
We dig through the mountain with borrowed hands
The water recedes just enough to stand
Something returns that we thought the dark had kept
A breath, a name, a pulse we almost wept
Above the ground the old disputes are drawn
On maps and claims and what was moved or torn
A painting travels back across a century of wrong
We pass the debt along, we pass the debt along
Chorus
But somewhere in the rubble there's a voice
And we are pulling toward it by choice
Precarious the footing, cracked the wall
We haul each other up before we fall
The saboteurs are circling in the cold
The negotiators carry wounds that won't be told
Still — what the tunnel gave back, we hold
Bridge
The ballot shifts, the border hardens fast
The drone finds what the argument has massed
We've seen this reckoning gathering for years
The envoys cross the frozen ground with nowhere near enough
Yet somewhere a rope was lowered, and it caught
Somewhere the name of the stolen thing was brought
Back to the mouth it came from — call that small
Call it barely enough — we call it all
Outro
What the tunnel gave back
We carry without answers
What the tunnel gave back
We carry still
Instrumental Outro
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