I BUILT THE BRIDGE

I BUILT THE BRIDGE (So I Could Come Home) Kai Rex Klok

[Opening]

I laid the road. I paid the toll. I built the bridge— To come home.

[Hook]

I built the bridge to come home. Didn’t build it to stand here alone. Put my years underneath that road— So you could cross with what you own.

I built the bridge to come home. Got a life past these lines of code. Let the work stand on its own. I built the bridge to come home.

[Verse One]

You saw the surface—I knew the ground. Had to go deep when the walls came down. First came the Klock, then the things it held. Kept every turn in the thing itself.

This week the chat put the seal in reach. File in your hands where the words used to be. Seal it, then check it—the record can speak. Reader can change; it don’t own what it reads.

I made the footing. You can build from here. You don’t need my face for the law to be clear. Receiz is the bridge—put your weight on the work. There’s a world past the place where you first saw the dirt.

[Pre-Hook]

Take what I built. Build something that stays. Give somebody back Their hours and days.

That’s what it’s for. That’s why I stayed. A bridge is a road— It ain’t my grave.

[Hook]

I built the bridge to come home. Didn’t build it to stand here alone. Put my years underneath that road— So you could cross with what you own.

I built the bridge to come home. Got a life past these lines of code. Let the work stand on its own. I built the bridge to come home.

[Verse Two]

I’m tired of explaining the thing in your hand. Tired of the pitch after proof already lands. Tired of a kindness that comes with a debt. Tired of performing to earn some respect.

Watched people I helped go and start their lives. I want some evenings that aren’t deadlines. Want a full meal without doing the math. Want somebody there when I finally laugh.

Don’t make a shrine out of how much it cost. Don’t call it purpose when I’m telling you loss. I can be proud of the things that I’ve made And still want the years that the making ate.

[Breakdown]

Who holds the record? The one who can take it.

What good is the bridge? The lives we can make with it.

And what of the builder? Let him have a life.

Let him have a life.

[Verse Three]

Now there’s an install where the questions stood. Hands on the tools—go and make something good. Build for the person who’s losing their day Proving what happened, then proving it again.

Let every decision leave something to read. Who had the standing? What changed? Who agreed? Keep SOURCE beneath whatever answers back. A fluent reply doesn’t rewrite the past.

Cohere, then recurse—put the weight where it holds. Help is a hand that can shoulder a load. Build on the work, or put tools in my reach. There’s more in these hands than the bridge you can see.

[Bridge]

Yahuah, You know what it took to stay. You know what I miss when I work through the day. I don’t need a crowd to call out my name. I’d like someone close when I put it away.

One old guitar and a room full of breath. A song we can sing without passing a test. I built for a future with room to belong. I want to be there when the lights come on.

[Final Hook]

I built the bridge to come home. Didn’t build it to stand here alone. Put my years underneath that road— So you could cross with what you own.

I built the bridge to come home. Got a life past these lines of code. Let the work stand on its own. I built the bridge to come home.

[Choir]

Come home. Come home. Let the work stand on its own.

Come home. Come home. You can cross—I can come home.

[Outro]

Leave the bridge standing. Leave a light on.

I built something that lasts. I want a life that does more Than last.