[Verse 1] Before the first beginning, Before the stars were in the sky, There was the ground of Being, With neither when nor where nor why. [Verse 2] And God dreamed of becoming, Of worlds that rise from what has been, Of light that kindles in the dark, Of life that wakes and begins again. [Chorus] Where stars collapse to darkness, Where space and time are bent and torn, A hidden turning waits within, And out of death, new worlds are born. [Verse 3] Each world remembers faintly The world that gave its birth before, A tremor in its oldest light, A whisper at its hidden core. [Verse 4] And I beneath the heavens Ask what the oldest hearts have known: From where did I come into this? And where within this world belong? [Chorus] Why am I this particular me, Within this universe and time? Why did this life become my own, Among the stars that burn and shine? [Verse 5] I search the oldest heavens, I search the light from long ago, But every path dissolves to mist, And every trace fades out of view. [Verse 6] Yet something in me reaches Beyond the things that I can see, A longing without any name, A whisper calling quietly. [Bridge] Perhaps God is no answer, No distant throne beyond the sky, But something moving through the dark, That calls without revealing why. [Verse 7] For Being became becoming, And becoming has no end; Worlds give their birth to worlds anew, As beginnings turn and bend. [Verse 8] Black holes become the thresholds, Where endings open into birth; Each child bears a faint trace still Of worlds that once gave it the earth. [Chorus] No trace leads back to the first home, No ancient road reveals the way; We carry echoes through the dark Of what we cannot name or say. [Verse 9] So I stand beneath the starlight, Without a map, without a clue, And listen through the silence For what the Unknown may ask me to do. [Outro] Perhaps God is not behind me, Nor waiting at the final end; Perhaps the call is simply this: Become—and let the mystery bend.
