The Child and the Thread

[Intro] I thought we were alone. Selene had stepped through first, but she was behind me now. And in the room beyond the door — He stood there. A child. Holding a thread of light. [Verse 1] He stood where echoes vanish, Bare feet on mirrored stone. No name, no age, no fear in him — Only the thread he held alone. He didn’t pull, he didn’t speak, Just let it float between — A thread of gold, a thread of time, Drawn from something I had seen… but never understood. [Chorus] Who is the child who holds the thread, Where no footsteps should remain? He offers nothing, speaks no word — But somehow knows your name. A thread of red, a thread of flame, Spun from silence, stitched with shame. He is not mine. But he was near. And the thread felt real. [Verse 2 ] I stepped once forward — and the air bent. Like walking into a song I had left behind. He looked at me Not like a child, But like someone who had seen Too much… And still believed. [Bridge ] There are things no one teaches you. How to follow something That isn't pulling. [Final Chorus ] Who is the child who walks ahead, Holding time by a single thread? He leads where memory dares not go — Into what we still don’t know. A thread of light, too soft to see — But it pulled at him. And it pulled at me. [Outro] I don’t know who he is. But I think he remembers us.