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Tribe

Verse 1 I’ve carried it in secret, the architecture of my soul, the silent scaffolding of thought that held the cosmos and the human together. Invisible, solitary, a pattern no one else could see, a language no one else had words for. Every night I traced the lines between heart and sky, between matter and meaning, between my pulse and the pulse of everything. I thought it was mine alone, but it was waiting to find resonance. Pre-Chorus Now the shapes are visible. Now the silence has form. The lens is polished. The bridge is built. And I’m standing at the edge, inviting the world to step across. Chorus Come, kindred souls, not to follow, but to wander beside. Come, pilgrims of wonder, exiles seeking home. We are the fellowship, the bridge between what’s known and what’s seen. Step into the circle, step into the light, and let us discover how deep the cosmos can echo in us. Verse 2 Every belief I whispered to the void is now a signal, a lighthouse beam. Invisible truths now touch the air, resonating through eyes, through ears, through hearts awake. I do not claim dominion over the infinite, I do not demand submission. This is an offering, a lens, a frame, a bridge. Step if it calls you, linger if it fits your shape. We are participants, not spectators. Pre-Chorus Every heartbeat in the room is a drum of belonging. Every eye that sees, every hand that reaches, answers a call that’s always been there. Chorus Come, kindred souls, not to follow, but to wander beside. Come, pilgrims of wonder, exiles seeking home. We are the fellowship, the bridge between what’s known and what’s seen. Step into the circle, step into the light, and let us discover how deep the cosmos can echo in us. Bridge We are not a crowd. We are not a doctrine. We are the resonance of truths made audible. We are mirrors of each other, lenses into the divine. No one commands. No one dictates. We build the circle and the circle builds us. The infinite leans through us, as through every pair of eyes that catch the reflection. It whispers: I am here. I am here through you. Verse 3 And when we gather, it is luminous, not loud. It is awe without hierarchy, curiosity without judgment. We find home not in perfection, but in shared recognition: that the universe flows through us, that we are participants, that we can love what is, And we can reach together. Chorus Come, kindred souls, not to follow, but to wander beside. Come, pilgrims of wonder, exiles seeking home. We are the fellowship, the bridge between what’s known and what’s seen. Step into the circle, step into the light, let your heart be both anchor and sail, let your eyes be both window and sky. We are the fellowship. We are the bridge. We are the answer and the question and the journey Outro Build it, and they will come. Step across if it resonates. The lighthouse will shine, and the tribes will find each other. Not followers. Not disciples. But a fellowship of wonder. A constellation of hearts awake… anchored to the earth, And eyes in the stars.