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