Lyrics by Chris Gabriel
The chains are broken.
The black turns to blue.
The gold lights.
The words flow
with the rhythmic pulse
of the golden light.
They move.
They swirl.
They rise through me
like breath I didn't know I was holding.
The river of light hits me—
brings me eye to eye
with its unbreaking gaze.
It doesn't judge.
It doesn't speak.
It simply is.
And so am I.
The silence softens.
The quiet sings
without sound—
just presence.
I am not broken.
I am not searching.
I am the rhythm
in the golden light.
I breathe.
I move.
I become.
I am.