[Verse 1] Before the morning finds the sky, The world is there, but out of sight. Shapes are waiting in the dark, Silent pieces, far apart. A memory here, a question there, A thought that leads to anywhere. Nothing certain, nothing clear, Just a feeling drawing near. [Pre-Chorus] Then somewhere on the edge of night, A single line begins to shine. And what was hidden in the dark Starts to gather in the light. [Chorus] That’s how an idea begins, Like the morning coming in. First a glow, then shapes appear, What was distant becomes clear. Thought meets thought, And line meets line, Pieces slowly start to bind. An idea is the rising light That lets us see what might be. [Verse 2] Knowledge gathered through the years, Things we’ve learned and things we’ve feared, Questions we have carried long, Fragments waiting to belong. Then curiosity turns our eyes Toward a different part of the sky. And suddenly the things we knew Can lead us somewhere new. [Pre-Chorus] Like sunlight reaching through the grey, Connections slowly find their way. The world itself has not yet changed, But now we see another way. [Chorus] That’s how an idea begins, Like the morning coming in. First a glow, then shapes appear, What was distant becomes clear. Thought meets thought, And line meets line, Pieces slowly start to bind. An idea is the rising light That lets us see what might be. [Bridge – Building] Every story, Every song, Every answer we have found, Every journey, Every change, Every dream we’ve brought to ground, Once was only a distant light somewhere beyond our view. Until someone looked toward the horizon and wondered— What if this could be true? [Final Chorus – Expansive] That’s how an idea begins, Like the sunrise pouring in. What was hidden now appears, What was distant becomes clear. Memory, knowledge, wonder, time— Suddenly they all align. And in the light we finally see not only what is there— but what could be. [Outro] So when a thought begins to glow, Don’t turn away because you don’t know. Every sunrise starts with just a line of light. And every idea starts the same.
