While the mist still sleeps upon the stream, He opens up his shop to catch a beam. He doesn't dig for diamonds in the cold, He gathers morning sun to turn to gold. In empty rings, in frames of silver light, He pours the hope that conquers every night. Come to him — and look him in the eye, The stormy clouds within you will go by. "Leave me the memory of the first spring rain, The song you sang to ease a hidden pain..." And in a moment, amber starts to glow, A sacred altar where the mercies flow. Master of Dawn... Healing the world... In every gem — a forgotten dream, Heart and stone in one eternal stream. The purity will shine upon your hand — Where once was empty, shadow-haunted land. He takes no coin for all the work he's done, Just little moments lost by everyone. A childhood smile, a spark of long-lost grace — Whatever you have dropped in time's dark race. He’ll set your laughter in a golden pin, To make you a living human once again. "Wear it, my friend, don't fear the dark of day, This ring will light the shadows on your way. Memory is not a burden, but a flame... May you never walk alone... or hide your name."
