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.