Beyond the reach of golden light,
Where even shadows fade from sight.
Drifting slow through endless space,
A voice still sings, a trace remains.

No path to trace, no guiding light,
Yet still I send, across the night.
Through empty winds, through shifting space,
A whisper bound for distant grace.

A letter to home, carried by light,
A message adrift in the vast, endless night.
No answer will come, yet still I remain,
Calling through silence, again and again.

The world I knew is far behind,
A name once spoken, now undefined.
Yet through the dark, my voice still flies,
A thread of hope that never dies.

No hands to reach, no touch, no sound,
Still spinning slow, still outward bound.
Through endless cold, through waves unseen,
A dream of home, though lost between.

A letter to home, carried by light,
A message adrift in the vast, endless night.
No answer will come, yet still I remain,
Calling through silence, again and again.

If you should hear me, if you still know,
I was once part of the world below.
Not lost, not gone, just far away,
Still sending love from yesterday.

A letter to home, carried by light,
A message adrift in the vast, endless night.
No answer will come, yet still I remain,
Calling through silence, again and again.

Still drifting, still calling, still whole,
A whisper that time cannot control.
No past, no end, just space and sky,
A song to the stars that will never die.