[Instrumental] [Verse 1] The ancient halls, once grey and still, Reformed by light and sovereign will. No cold machines, just organic flow, Watching the seeds of spirit grow. By the Water of Life, where the willow bends, I meet with Oswald, the truest of friends. [Instrumental] [Chorus] We form the circle, soul to soul, The broken pieces are finally whole. A golden web, a sacred design, The mycelium of love, forever divine. I forgive the wound, I release the clay, In this embrace, I am washed away. [Instrumental] [Verse 2] Cernunnos steps from the emerald shade, Oswald listens to the choices I’ve made. I speak of the hurt, of the sting and the scar, A moment of growth that has brought me this far. I forgive the source, let the tears fall like rain, As liquid light dissolves all the pain. [Instrumental] [Bridge] Hand upon shoulder, a pulse in the dark, Every spirit carries the spark. Rooted in earth, connected by grace, We are the weavers of time and space. [Instrumental] [Outro] The Tree of Life, it breathes with my soul, The Otherworld shines, I am finally whole. Healed and sealed. One with all. [Instrumental] [© SongSilke 2026 All Rights Reserved | Unauthorized use, reproduction, remixing, adaptation, or distribution of this work without explicit written permission is strictly prohibited and will be enforced under applicable copyright laws.]
