Echoes of the Silver Screen
A quiet spark beneath the turning sky
We trace the road by what we carry through
The weight of years becomes a steady light
And every step reveals a wider view
Rise with the story
Hold to the fire Out of the dark we are climbing higher
Carry the hope now
Far through the blue
One human heart can move the world anew Through dust and rain
the open miles unfold
A thousand hands have shaped the path we choose
The smallest voice can turn a fear
to gold
And broken ground can teach the roots to move
When the horizon bends
We lift, we mend
We learn the strength of staying true
Rise with the story
Hold to the fire
Out of the dark we are climbing higher
Carry the hope now
Far through the blue
One human heart can move the world anew
We carry on
We carry on