Some nights, the road brings you to a circle of strangers and stars.
Some nights, you stay by the fire.
Some nights, you return to the myth that called you in the first place.
Both belong.
Both are part of the trail.
This is a song the gathering might have sung to me —
if I had listened closely enough to the coals.
The Circle Still Holds You
(A song from the gathering to me)
(Verse 1)
We saw you standing quiet by the fire,
Heard your heart hum lower than the choir.
We felt your boots on our dusty skin,
Saw the ache in your smile when you drifted back in.
(Chorus)
You don’t have to stay to belong,
You don’t have to dance to be part of the song.
You don’t have to shout to be known.
You are the echo in the stone.
You are the ember that still glows.
The circle still holds you — wherever you go.
(Verse 2)
We watched you laugh over coffee and cream,
Saw you vanish into a wilder dream.
Heard your pages whisper inside your cave,
Saw you build a myth you were born to save.
(Chorus)
You don’t have to stay to belong,
You don’t have to dance to be part of the song.
You don’t have to shout to be known.
You are the echo in the stone.
You are the ember that still glows.
The circle still holds you — wherever you go.
(Bridge)
The coals kissed your back when you needed the flame,
The night didn’t judge you, it only knew your name.
(Final Chorus)
You don’t have to stay to belong,
You don’t have to dance to be part of the song.
You don’t have to shout to be known.
You are the seed the stars have sown.
You are the ember that still glows.
The circle still holds you — wherever you go.
