Vessel of Dust

[Verse 1]
Concrete veins, they trace the map of futures I must build,
But ancestral earth still powders every path my spirit tilled.
A master builder's careful hand in every breath I draw,
A fragile archway standing firm against the urban flaw.

[Chorus]
I am a vessel, ancient dust and fervent fire,
A living echo, soaring ever higher.
This soul, a tapestry, unraveling and spun anew,
Holding memories, vivid, primal, raw and true.

[Verse 2]
The subway's roar, a steel-cut beat, can't drown the silent plea,
Of quiet observation, deep inside the heart of me.
Old hands, like worn frescoes, painted wisdom on my view,
A whispered language in the rain, forever breaking through.

[Chorus]
I am a vessel, ancient dust and fervent fire,
A living echo, soaring ever higher.
This soul, a tapestry, unraveling and spun anew,
Holding memories, vivid, primal, raw and true.

[Bridge]
From sun-baked earth, a beacon cuts through Seoul's electric night,
The long shadow of heritage, a truth I bring to light.
Every crumbling wall, a lesson etched, in my bones they reside,
A foundational stone, where ancient and modern collide.

[Outro]
Dust to dawn, the rhythm binds,
A primal beat, my spirit finds.