Lia Torch
I was watching the drifting clouds I felt the changing color of the sky For we who have come to a standstill, we notice The song that the shifting world constructs
As if pulling it in with my outstretched fingers I search for the one and only thing that doesn't change
I hold the torch in my hands A little silhouette leads into tomorrow I turn the words said on that day That still echo now into a vow and go on
