Shape of Time

Whispers in the passing breeze Trace a line I cannot see Moments melt like silver sand Through the fingers of my hand (Oh, Yeah!) Tangled in the echo’s thread Breathing truths I never said Eyes half-closed but wide inside Living where the stillness hides (mm mm mm) As the wind marks time I feel (I feel) Something quiet something real Like a heartbeat out of phase Finding light in fractured days I used to run without a name Now I walk through fire and rain And every turn and every climb Teaches me the shape of time Clockwork clouds and glowing dust Memories we’ve learned to trust Dreams collide in violet hues Futures born in faded blues (Oh, Yeah!) Shifting shadows shifting skies Asking questions with no why Meaning waits behind the noise Wrapped in broken whispered voice (mm mm mm) As the wind marks time I know (I know) Where the silent rivers go Past the wreckage past the flame There’s no map but still I came I used to float without a form Now I stand inside the storm Each breath drawn becomes a sign— I am written into time Pulse inside the paradox Frozen clocks and open locks Time’s a dancer in disguise Wearing all our last goodbyes (Still I rise, still I rise...) As the wind marks time I feel (I feel) Something quiet something real Like a heartbeat out of phase Finding light in fractured days I used to run without a name Now I walk through fire and rain And every turn and every climb Teaches me the shape of time As the wind marks time I breathe (I breathe) More than I was taught to be Cracks reveal a truer face Every scar, a sacred place I used to chase a shadowed name Now I speak and light remains And as I fall and as I climb— I become the shape of time