Verse 1

He wakes with a plan and a half-charged phone

Boots by the door, but he stays home

A wooden pickaxe and a world to explore

Small square sunrise through an open door

He mines for iron, he farms the land

Builds a little shelter with his own two hands

When the night mobs gather by the wall

He learns that a small light can outlast them all

Chorus

Keep building, one block at a time

Turn that rough ground into something that shines

If the first bridge breaks, lay another line

You’re stronger than the world you find

Keep building, don’t bury your dream

Even a quiet start can grow into a team

With a brave heart beating beneath that sky

You can make your own way, you can learn to fly