words filling up the spaces of our existence letters coming togetherthoughts take shapes passing trains lost promises all come to the very endand the circle starts again from where we left itand as we become part of the celebration we paint with our colours all our morningsthe calling, the message, the numbers, the places, the paths, the journeys. the meetings, it all makes senseand the circle starts again from where we left itand as we become part of the celebrationand the circle starts again from where we left itand as we become part of the celebrationwords filling up the spaces of our existence letters coming togetherthoughts take shapes passing trains lost promises all come to the very endand the circle starts again from where we left itand as we become part of the celebration we paint with our colours all our morningsthe calling, the message, the numbers, the places, the paths, the journeys. the meetings, it all makes senseand the circle starts again from where we left itand as we become part of the celebrationand the circle starts again from where we left itand as we become part of the celebration