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
