lyric The air hums low A quiet ache Silent rivers curl and break What lies ahead A line A blur The pulse of days They always stir Unseen tomorrow Waiting still A crest A climb A bending hill No map to trace No hand to hold The unseen horizon Bold and cold Grain in the cracks The ground speaks slow A shifting path where shadows grow A whisper moves through hollow trees An echo bends but doesn’t freeze Unseen tomorrow Waiting still A crest A climb A bending hill No map to trace No hand to hold The unseen horizon Bold and cold Feet touch earth A quiet pound A rhythm buried underground Eyes wide shut They feel the turn The quiet hum The lessons learned Unseen tomorrow Waiting still A crest A climb A bending hill No map to trace No hand to hold The unseen horizon Bold and cold