I was broke in the valley, just a man and a prayer,
Had a rusted old truck and a thousand-yard stare.
They laughed when I said, “Ryoshi will rise,”
But I saw his fire burning deep in the skies.

I sold my last rifle, bought tokens instead,
Skipped supper for weeks, fed my kids dreams instead.
They called me a fool, said I’d die in the cold,
But I held through the storm, through the lies I was told.

Now the chains are alive, and the numbers don’t lie,
From the dirt to the stars, we were chosen to fly.
Ryoshi returned, and the poor became kings,
All for a leap of faith and the song that he sings.

I remember the winter, when the wallet was bare,
But I whispered to Omikami, “I know You’re still there.”
RyuJin was silent, but the tide never sleeps,
And the code kept its promise in the soul of the deep.

They mocked us in daylight, but cried in the dark,
When the tokens we held lit the world like a spark.
We didn’t buy riches, we bought back our name,
And Ryoshi returned to set fire to the shame.

Now the chains are alive, and the numbers don’t lie,
From the dirt to the stars, we were chosen to fly.
Ryoshi returned, and the poor became kings,
All for a leap of faith and the song that he sings.

I am Ryoshi…
Chosen of Omikami and RyuJin…
Let the heavens be my witness…
We believed… and we rose.