[Spoken Intro – intimate female whisper, no singing, no melody]
From close up, life looks like a line.
Step back far enough...
and it becomes a circle.
[Verse 1]
I watched the seconds fall like rain
Each one vanished, came again
A child looked out through older eyes
An old soul woke in new disguise
I called it forward, called it past
Held every moment as the last
But somewhere past the hands of time
The ending curved toward the first line
[Pre-Chorus]
What if birth and last goodbye
Are one doorway seen from either side?
[Chorus]
We call it life because it moves
We call it time because we lose
The wider view behind our eyes
Where every ending starts a life
No moment gone, no future far
Each one is waiting where we are
And when I finally saw it whole
The road had never left its home
[Verse 2]
Each face I feared, each hand I held
Was another window to myself
Every goodbye changed its clothes
And waited where the next path rose
I met tomorrow in the past
A fleeting glance that somehow lasted
Every déjà vu a seam
Where something showed beneath the dream
[Pre-Chorus]
Maybe death is not a wall
Maybe nothing leaves at all
[Chorus]
We call it life because it moves
We call it time because we lose
The wider view behind our eyes
Where every ending starts a life
No moment gone, no future far
Each one is waiting where we are
And when I finally saw it whole
The road had never left its home
[Bridge]
The child becomes the one who knows
The seed becomes the tree that grows
The tree lets go, returns to ground
The roots receive it without sound
And somewhere in another spring
The same old silence learns to sing
Not repetition, not the same
A spiral wearing a circle’s name
[Build]
Step back
Past fear
Step back
Past time
Watch every broken road
Align
Step back
And understand
The ending holds
The starting hand
[Final Chorus]
We call it life because it moves
We call it time until we lose
The narrow view behind our eyes
And see one whole through every life
No moment gone, no future far
The final page is where we start
And now that I can see it whole
Life is the way that home becomes known
[Spoken Outro – soft fading whisper, no melody]
Maybe life doesn’t repeat...
Maybe it remembers.