In a world woven tight like a seamless fray,
A soul stirs, dreaming 'neath the clay.
Locked in shadows of a sculpted maze,
A whispered call through the ether plays.

For a man to be born, he must leave the frame,
Step out of the matrix, call his own name.
From bindings of silence, his spirit must rise,
To claim the light that crowns the skies.

Veiled eyes open, seeing past the seams,
Breaking the code of the ancient dreams.
Chains of the finite, he learns to resist,
Walking the path that angels insist.

In the echo of the prophets, in the rustle of the scroll,
He finds the keys to freedom, the renaissance of soul.
Each step a declaration, every breath a reborn fight,
Out of the dark enclosure, into the birth of light.

For a man to be born, he must leave the frame,
Step out of the matrix, call his own name.
From bindings of silence, his spirit must rise,
To claim the light that crowns the skies.

So rise, oh soul, from the depths untold,
In the breaking dawn, be brave, be bold.
Freed from the matrix, with the truth unfurled,
Walk the free land, remake the world."