Verse 1
They said the world was ash and fear,
That men should kneel and disappear.
But through the smoke, the towers stood,
Not built by prayer, but iron and wood.
Chorus
I am the hand, I am the flame,
I sign my will in my own name.
No king, no crowd, no trembling state,
Can make the engine abdicate.
Verse 2
In Doha’s halls the whispers turn,
While oil-black seas and markets burn.
But peace is not a beggar’s plea,
It is a contract made by free.
Chorus
I am the hand, I am the flame,
I sign my will in my own name.
No king, no crowd, no trembling state,
Can make the engine abdicate.
Bridge
Let missiles sleep beneath the sand,
Let traders lift the waking land.
Let every builder claim his sky,
And every coward ask him why.
Verse 3
The world is not a sacrifice,
Not blood for blood, not vice for vice.
The man who thinks, the mind that earns,
Is why the wheel of history turns.
Final Chorus
I am the hand, I am the flame,
I sign my will in my own name.
No king, no crowd, no trembling state,
Can make the engine abdicate.
Outro
So let the diplomats confer,
Let steel and reason both endure.
The earth belongs to those who make—
The engine moves. It does not break.
