Telephone Pole Choir

[Verse 1] Telephone wires hum above an empty playing field. The street keeps breathing underneath the measured sound. I keep my hands steady and listen for the change. [Pre-Chorus] Four rough voices find a chorus in the weather. I name what matters and release what does not. [Chorus] Telephone Pole Choir, stay with me through the turning. Telephone Pole Choir, say the thing the dark could not erase. Leave one clear light for the road ahead. We will know the way by how the last word lands. [Verse 2] The hour moves forward, leaving room around the truth. I meet it without hurry, without dressing it in gold. What was only distance becomes a road beneath us. What was only silence finds a voice and finds a home. [Bridge] No borrowed thunder, no convenient ending. Only breath, only ground, only one clear name. [Final Chorus] Telephone Pole Choir, stay with me through the turning. Leave one clear light for the road ahead. We will know the way by how the last word lands.