At first lightβs edge, where quiet shadows fold, The last of evening drifts into the cold, I trace our footsteps through the thinning air, A muted streak of color, youβre standing there. Oh, morning lace, fragile and true, A courier of breath calls out your name, Oh, morning lace, we shape what stays the same. In the soft calm where old rooms keep their sound, I follow little notes you left around, Morning redraws the map where thoughts unwind, In morning lace, the margins stay aligned. Street signs dim down; the avenues extend, Something in the wires holds a lasting tone, And through that early light, the pattern leads us home. Oh, morning lace, fragile and true, (In the pale hour where plans renew), A courier of breath calls out your name, Oh, morning lace, we shape what stays the same. Oh, morning lace, fragile and true, (In the pale hour where plans renew), A courier of breath calls out your name, Oh, morning lace, we shape what stays the same. Oh, morning lace, fragile and true, (In the pale hour where plans renew), A courier of breath calls out your name, Oh, morning lace, we shape what stays the same. ββββββββββββββββββββββββββ π Album: "Silver Pulse" (2026) | Voice: Silver Pulse π΅ Original release by Ghorppo π Streaming & Socials: ffm.bio/ghorppo (or search "Ghorppo") πΆ Coletivo SomBR - Portuguese-speaking music collective on Suno. π¬ Join our Discord: send a DM to @ghorppo Β© 2026 Ghorppoπ¦
