For a moment, it wandered, following the traces, And time became the master of it all. Paying the price of forgetting The hand once held against the chest. Lines gather into a silhouette, Out of place beneath a light that lives nowhere. The man's voice remains silent, Only thought, like a prayer, Finds its way to answer. And somewhere deep within, The soul remembers the response. And somewhere deep within, A feeling finds its way back home. Beyond the silence, beyond the years, A hidden answer still remains. The soul remembers... The soul remembers... The answer was always there.
