1. The Shepherd Dreams

Verse 1 Morning spills its amber wine Across the backs of wool and thyme Every hill repeats my name Though I'm never quite the same Clouds are drifting, slow and white Shepherd stars still haunt the light Every footstep leaves a rhyme Written somewhere outside time Pre-Chorus The wind keeps laughing through the grass Like it knows where all roads pass Every silence bends an ear To words too distant yet too near Chorus I dream of cities made of dawn Where rivers sing to polished stone Every stranger wears my face Every road becomes my home If the sky can change its skin Why should I remain the same? There's a fire beneath my feet Quietly calling out my name Verse 2 I have counted every sheep Like constellations fallen asleep Yet one star refuses rest It keeps beating in my chest Old trees whisper, "Do not stay." Even mountains drift away. Every seed beneath the ground Dreams of breaking without sound Pre-Chorus Every raven circles twice Every breeze repeats advice Nothing here is what it seems Everything begins with dreams Chorus I dream of oceans in the sand Invisible maps inside my hands Every horizon wears a door Leading somewhere never known before If the moon can pull the tide Maybe it can pull my soul Maybe every wandering heart Is already walking home Bridge Last night The stars became an endless flock The moon became a shepherd's bell The wind became an old man's voice It asked me only this: "Will you follow certainty... ...or wonder?" Instrumental (A soaring, lyrical guitar solo rises over shifting acoustic arpeggios and Mellotron strings, gradually joined by warm Moog swells and shimmering cymbals. The melody hints at themes that will return throughout the album, like a distant memory arriving before it has happened.) Final Chorus I dream beyond the edge of sight Where fear dissolves into the light Every ending folds apart To reveal another start If the world is speaking now I'll learn its ancient melody Every breath another page In the book that's writing me Outro Morning gathers up the dew. The flock disappears over the hill. Only the wind remains... still speaking.