Lyric

The horizon shivers in a fragile, thin line

Where yesterday and tomorrow begin to intertwine

Diving deep into the swirl of the heavy cloud

The scent of a distant storm is calling out loud

Waking the spirit beneath the leaden shroud

High and cold, piercing through the night

Sinking unreachable prayers away from the light

If overlapping solitude becomes the guide I need

I’ll embrace the light that’s starting to recede

Planting in the darkness a single, glowing seed

Sharp thorns graze against my trembling hand

Waking memories of a faded, ancient land

Your silent profile, lost in a wordless sea

Is beautiful, like a cold sculpture made for me

A masterpiece of sorrow that I’ve come to see

Echoing far, where the silence takes its hold

Beyond the ripples, I cast tomorrow to the cold

Metallic light makes the shadows stretch and grow

Entrusting my heart to the peace only spirits know

Letting the winter’s stillness begin to flow

Every time I stop, the world begins to plead:

"Tell me, where is the destination that you need?"

I let my soul tremble, and I scream it out now!

Against the wind and thunder, I make my vow!

High and cold, piercing through the night

Sinking unreachable prayers away from the light

If overlapping solitude becomes the guide I need

I’ll embrace the light that’s starting to recede

At the end of this storm, I’ll take the lead!

At the end of the storm

The sculptures remain

Solitude is my compass