[intro: the dark] four am, the world is still cold air on the window sill no alarms, no urgent calls just the shadow on the walls [pulse: the first light] the sky turns purple, then to pink i stand here, and i stop to think how small we are, how vast the sky watching the quiet morning fly [swell: the awe] a silent joy, a gentle grace the sun comes up to warm my face no need to speak, no need to run just breathing in the rising sun [drift: the day begins] the world wakes up, the magic fades but i will keep these quiet shades a secret moment, just for me before the rush of what will be [outro: the light] good morning...
