Lyric

I have seen it — the first faint spark in the dark

Buried quiet beneath layers of forgotten time

He kept moving, carried by an unseen breeze

The one who knew the seed would wake again in time

Where roots remember every wound we hide

And silence teaches what the loud world denies

This is continuation — a pulse that never ends

A story circling back through fire and rain

It starts anew, again and again

The quiet miracle where dreams decide to grow

He stayed — continued still, his heart a lantern in the mist

Whispered ancient words to the cold and waiting soil

“I will remain… I will unfold”

With fragile hands he carried tomorrow through the night

No beginning, no final end

Just another turn around the bend

This is continuation — a pulse that never ends

A story circling back through fire and rain

It starts anew, again and again

The quiet miracle where dreams decide to grow

Let the old leaves fall and turn to light

Let the broken stem reach back toward the sky

If every ending holds a hidden seed

Then I will trust the ground beneath my feet

This is continuation — the light that never dies

A silent promise written in the roots and skies

We fall, we break, we rise once more

And start anew… forevermore