(soft hums drift in… almost like wind through trees, distant singing bowls) (Spoken whisper) There is a place between the thought and the breath… Between the silence and the sound… Where the soul remembers. (Verse – sung gently, like a lullaby) I am not the name they gave me, Not the mirror, not the frame. I am wind inside the forest, I am spark within the flame. I have walked beyond the language, Where the stars forget to shine. Found a river made of stillness, And I drank it like it’s mine. (Interlude – layered vocals, ethereal) Ahhh… ohhh… ommm… Sa ta na ma… Hum shree ram… om so hum… (Verse – soft, melodic, free time) I saw God inside a teardrop, I saw peace inside the pain. I forgave the world for breaking me, And the pieces bloomed again. I’m the moment when a child laughs, The pause before the dove takes flight, I’m the echo of your heartbeat When you pray alone at night. (Bridge – rising, almost choral) There’s no map to where we’re going, Only breath… and only now. If you listen, really listen… You can hear the sacred vow: (Chorus – swelling and intimate) We are light in living motion, We are silence shaped as song, We are hands that hold the broken, We are right where we belong. We are sky before the thunder, We are waves before they break, We are love beneath the sorrow, We are more than what we take. (Outro – fading chants and hums) Omm… omm mani padme hum… Sa ta na ma… So hum… so hum… I am… I am… (a soft breath… then silence)
