To Be

Golden threads in motion weave,

Stories rise as shadows leave.

Every breath, a step untold,

Pages turn in shades of gold.

A rhythm carved in light,

Moving bold, a boundless sight.

A pulse that breaks the dark,

Every note a fleeting mark.

To be...

To be...

Silent tides and fading seams,

Drifting softly into dreams.

Echoes hum beneath the veil,

Carrying a fragile tale.

A rhythm carved in light,

Moving bold, a boundless sight.

A pulse that breaks the dark,

Every note a fleeting mark.

To be...

To be...

To be — the spark within the flame,

Every moment calls your name.

No rewind, no second trace,

Every step a sacred space.

To be — a voice that fills the air,

Every breath a fleeting prayer.

The path we choose to see,

Every step our legacy.