Hands of clay, a common tongue Dreams were tall, the work begun Brick on brick beneath the Sun We believed the height was won We said: Heaven hears us now Built our strength instead of bow Raised our name, forgot His throne Called the sky our own So we climbed on borrowed breath Chasing glory carved in flesh Built a tower, shaped by pride Stone by stone, we reached too high When the sound was torn in two We learned what the silence knew Not every voice was meant to rise Above the will of God Most High Words fell strange upon the ear Meaning slipped, the end grew near Eyes once sure began to fear Unity dissolved in air Steps grew slow, the work stood still Hands were strong, but hearts were filled With something louder than belief Ambition dressed as faith beneath So we climbed on borrowed breath Chasing glory carved in flesh Built a tower, shaped by pride Stone by stone, we reached too high When the sound was torn in two We learned what the silence knew Not every voice was meant to rise Above the will of God Most High He did not break the walls with flame He touched the tongue, He shifted names Scattered feet across the land To save the soul, not shame the hand What felt like loss was mercy's move A loving stop we couldn't choose From broken speech, a future waits One voice restored at heaven's gate We don't need towers scraping skies To feel the truth before our eyes He draws near where hearts are low Where humble paths and faith still grow From scattered lands, from distant cries He gathers praise across the lines One day every tongue will say The Lord alone is lifted high Not built by hands Not shaped by pride The Kingdom comes When we lay ours aside