The Soul’s Long Curriculum

Verse 1

We don’t come here just once to wander,

Not one life and then we’re gone.

We choose an age, a span of centuries,

Where our spirit can be drawn.

Two‑and‑a‑half millennia

In the dust and in the clay,

Where the soul steps into matter

Just to learn along the way.

Chorus

’Cause incarnation is a classroom,

Not a single fleeting breath.

We are students of the ages,

Crossing timelines, crossing death.

Every life a different lesson,

Every path a chance to see—

We are learning love and humility

Across eternity.

Verse 2

We live our lives in hundred‑year rivers,

Running side by side in time.

Parallel and ever-branching,

Changing course with every sign.

One life echoes in another,

What we learn in one we keep.

Every timeline feeds the mosaic

Of the soul that never sleeps.

Chorus

’Cause incarnation is a classroom,

Not a single fleeting breath.

We are students of the ages,

Crossing timelines, crossing death.

Every life a different lesson,

Every path a chance to see—

We are learning love and humility

Across eternity.

Bridge

Oh, the soul is wide and ancient,

Older than the stars we name.

It remembers every lifetime

Like a candle holds a flame.

And the choices that we’re making

Shape the worlds we’ve yet to know—

Every timeline is a teacher,

Every lifetime helps us grow.

Verse 3

So we walk through birth and ending,

Through the joy and through the ache.

Every heartbreak, every mercy

Is a step the soul must take.

And when all the threads are woven

From the centuries we’ve roamed,

We return with deeper wisdom—

We return more fully home.

Final Chorus

’Cause incarnation is a classroom,

Not a single fleeting breath.

We are students of the ages,

Crossing timelines, crossing death.

Every life a different lesson,

Every path a chance to see—

We are learning love and humility

Across eternity.

Outro

So let the lifetimes keep unfolding,

Let the soul keep wandering free—

For the journey is the teaching,

And the teaching sets us free.

If you want, I can shape this into a darker Appalachian‑gothic version, a hymn‑like version, or something more mystical and chant‑like.