When the Circle Turns

We were chasing distant colors Through the questions in the sky, Every answer felt like thunder But still we wondered why. Every road was made of echoes, Every dream a tiny flame, We were learning how to listen To the rhythm of our names. When the circle turns around, You will see the lights we found, Windows glowing far behind, Every spark we left in time. Let the rain fall, don’t be afraid, All the storms will gently fade, Through the stones our hearts have grown, Breaking through — we’re not alone. Morning opened silent doors And the sky began to rise, Forecasts changed like passing seasons But hope stayed in our eyes. Every voice has its own music, Every wing its way to fly, Even if the faces blur away, Songs will never die. When the circle turns around, You will see the lights we found, Windows glowing far behind, Every spark we left in time. Let the rain fall, don’t be afraid, All the storms will gently fade, Through the stones our hearts have grown, Breaking through — we’re not alone.