Intro
Chisel scrape at dawn, dust settling like breath
Every mark my grandad cut was proof of what was left
Quarry silence heavier than any debt he kept
Verse
Granddad cut granite for the mill town's spine
Thirty cents a slab and a lung full of lime
Kept a nub of chalk turned tally on the stone
One line for every debt he had to atone
Corner store credit, doctor bill past due
He'd chisel a notch where the foundation grew
Said the rock remembers what the paper can't hold
Long after the ink fades the granite stays cold
Watched him work Sundays with his knuckles all cracked
Dust in his collar like a debt on his back
He never spoke much but the stone told the tale
Every strike he survived was another nail
Buried three brothers in the same quarry ground
Marked their names in runes where the roots wrapped around
Told me son the ledger don't lie when it's carved
Everything you owe gets paid or it starves
Chorus
Stone don't forget what the flesh let go
Every notch is a name that I carved to know
I keep the ledger where the granite bleeds
Runestone ledger, that's the only creed (stone)
Runestone