[Verse 1] [A warm acoustic guitar opens gently, like the first breath of dawn] [Soft harmonies rise and fall, carrying a quiet hope] [Each chord turns toward the light, as if love itself were remembering us] [And in the stillness, we begin to hear our own hearts speak] [Chorus] [Love, you are the candle in the window] [Love, you are the road that leads us home] [In every gentle ending, every fragile beginning] [You teach us how to be alone, and how to belong] [Love, you are the prayer beneath the silence] [The humble song that keeps us moving on] [Verse 2] [The rhythm grows fuller, like a heart learning to trust again] [Love moves through the silence, steady, patient, and true] [It asks nothing more than presence, and gives back grace] [And finds the lost, the broken, the hopeful, too] [In every scar, it writes a story] [In every shadow, it leaves a little gold] [Bridge] [If we are only passing moments, love is the light we leave behind] [A quiet hand in the dark, a nameless mercy, a sacred line] [It holds the weary, gathers the wandering] [And turns the ordinary into something holy] [So let us lean into its rhythm] [And let our lives become its choir] [Chorus] [Love, you are the candle in the window] [Love, you are the road that leads us home] [In every gentle ending, every fragile beginning] [You teach us how to be alone, and how to belong] [Love, you are the prayer beneath the silence] [The humble song that keeps us moving on] [Outro] [The final note lingers in gratitude, a humble tribute to love itself] [And in its glow, we remember: love was here all along]
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