The Hand That Lifts the Stone

There was nothing in my hands
Just the silence I was given
And the weight of all the maps
That were drawn before I started

But the silence had a sound
And the weight became a current
Something moving underground
Something patient, something certain

I am the hand that lifts the stone
I am the will before the dawn
Every door I haven't tried
Is already burning where I stand
The power was never out there
It was always in my hand

There were voices in the rooms
Telling me where I belonged
And the doors that wouldn't move
Until I learned to want them gone

Now the silence is a name
And the weight is a direction
Now the fire knows my face
Now the road becomes intention

I am the hand that lifts the stone
I am the will before the dawn
Every door I haven't tried
Is already burning where I stand
The power was never out there
It was always in my hand

Hush
The world before the world
Is the one you choose alone
The room before the room
Is the one inside your bones

I am the hand that lifts the stone
I am the will, the will, the dawn
Every door I haven't tried
Is already opening from the other side
The power was never given
It was always mine to find

Always mine to find
Always mine to find