(Spoken) Before kings were crowned... before mountains learned their names... before the first cradle... there was only the thread. Not mercy. Not judgment. Only measure. --- Verse I – The Spinner I gather dawn from silent skies, Twist the breath behind your eyes. Every cry that greets the air, Starts because I placed it there. Tiny fingers, beating heart, Every ending needs a start. From empty hands the fibers climb, I spin the first unheard-of time. --- Chorus Three hands. One thread. One begins, One measures, One remembers where all journeys end. Call us cruel. Call us kind. The loom does not distinguish tears from triumph. Every thread belongs. --- Verse II – The Measurer I count the laughter, count the scars, Count forgotten shooting stars. Every promise, every lie, Every reason people die. I do not shorten. I don't delay. I simply weigh each living day. Love and sorrow, feast and flame, Every thread receives the same. --- Chorus Three hands. One thread. One begins, One measures, One remembers where all journeys end. Empires fade. Children grow. The river reaches where it's meant to flow. --- Verse III – The Inevitable Do not fear these patient shears. They have waited through your years. Nothing stolen. Nothing won. Every circle meets the sun. When the final fiber parts, I do not harvest souls or hearts. I only close what life has sewn And guide the silence gently home. --- Bridge You call it fate. You call it chance. You call it freedom. Yet every choice becomes another strand, woven not against the pattern... but within it. --- Final Chorus Three hands. One thread. Every cradle. Every crown. Every battlefield. Every wedding gown. Spin. Measure. Cut. Not punishment. Not reward. Only the oldest promise the universe ever made. --- (Spoken Outro) When your thread is lifted from the loom... do not ask why it ended. Ask instead... what picture you helped complete.
