Journey to the West – Chapter 3 – Song 1 The Power Awakens

The Power Awakens

Deep within the silent stone,
A pulse begins to stir alone.
The wind stands still, the light withdraws —
Yet something moves without a cause.

The mountain sighs, the heavens wait,
A force unknown unlocks the gate.
Not born of man, nor born of beast,
But shaped by time in earth's deep feast.

No mother’s touch, no father’s name,
And yet he rises all the same.
A spark from chaos, pure and wild,
The stone gives birth to heaven’s child.

The power awakens, fierce and bright,
A flame that pierces through the night.
No chains can hold, no scrolls define,
What stirs now in this sacred sign.

The monkey born without a past
Now feels a future rising fast.
With every breath, with every sound,
His fate begins to shake the ground.

His eyes ablaze, like twin red stars,
They see through veils and ancient scars.
The world now shivers at his roar —
What slept in stone shall sleep no more.

He climbs, he leaps, he breaks the sky,
A rebel soul that dares to try.
He bows to none, yet seeks the way,
To rise above, beyond decay.

The power awakens — it does not ask,
It does not wait, it knows its task.
It carves a path where none exist,
A roaring truth within the mist.

The mountain trembles, skies recoil,
He steps from stone to claim his soil.
And though no master gave him birth,
He’ll shake both heaven and the earth.

He was hidden, he was sealed —
Yet truth in time is all revealed.
Not all is born in soft embrace —
Some rise through fire, storm, and grace.

The power awakens, the journey calls,
The stone has shattered ancient walls.
From deep within the mountain’s womb,
The monkey walks toward his bloom.

He knows not yet the full design —
But destiny is now aligned.
The stars look down, the heavens sigh —
As stone-born child begins to fly.