January twenty-four, seven in the dark Standing all alone out at the park Freezing in the shadows, cold in my chest Waiting for the stars to do the rest Then the screen lit up, and the world caught fire A message arrived, pulling me higher No more reaching for a ghost in the room I’m watching the garden finally bloom. The gears of the world turning fast and thick The way the light hit you, I felt the click You were the moon meeting the morning sun The story of magic has finally begun. I’m seeing Four, I’m guarded and known I’m seeing Four, I’m never alone I’m seeing Four, the foundation is true And the Eight is the infinite I found in you 4-4-4-8, clearing the plate It’s written in the sequence, it’s written in fate. Nothing is certain, nothing is set But I knew your spirit before we met The sequence is sacred, the timing is gold A story of magic that’s yet to be told. 4... 4... 4... 8... I recognize the eyes. I’m finally wide awake. I’m done with the dreaming... I’m looking at you. [Sound of a steady, rhythmic heartbeat]
