First Circle - Archive XII

[Verse 1] The circle forms beneath the trembling dawn, Our shadows gather as our pulses start to bind. A quiet resonance beneath our ribs, A drifting signal rising through the mind. Our breathing folds into a single wave, A hush that bends the air around our skin. And something dark awakens in the glow— A newborn shadow whispering within. [Pre-Chorus] The silence presses gently on our bones, A weight of presence humming soft and deep. We feel each other’s tremors in the light, The fears we never had begin to creep. (Saxophone rises; bass thickens; tension builds.) [Chorus] Our hearts align in quiet, fragile fire, A resonance that pulls us into one. The shadows born of transformation rise, A tether woven under newborn sun. We feel the flicker of each hidden want, The envy trembling soft behind our eyes. Yet still we stand together in the glow, Becoming Awaken as the old world dies. [Verse 2] Our pulses merge in slow, electric waves, A choir breathing through the fractured air. The light reveals the tension in our chests, The quiet longing no one meant to share. We sense the rising hunger in the group, The spark of doubt that curls beneath the skin. But none of it is memory or past— Just shadows born of what we are within. [Bridge] We stand in stillness carved from living stone, A circle breathing under newborn sky. [The resonance becomes our common soul, And binds us with a truth we can’t deny. [Guitar + Sax Solo] [Chorus] Our hearts align in quiet, fragile fire, A resonance that pulls us into one. The shadows born of transformation rise, A tether woven under newborn sun. We feel the flicker of each hidden want, The envy trembling soft behind our eyes. Yet still we stand together in the glow, Becoming Awaken as the old world dies.