Verse 1 Morning finds the quiet stone, Where ancient roofs have gently grown. Every curve remembers time, Every shadow draws a line. ⸻ Verse 2 A mirror waits without a word, Showing more than eyes have heard. Not the face the world can see, But the heart becoming free. ⸻ Chorus Shadow and light, Both belong. Silence has Its own song. Nothing more, Nothing less, Beauty lives In quietness. ⸻ Verse 3 Scissors move, The morning breathes. Gentle hands, Like autumn leaves. Not to change The soul inside, Only let Its light arise. ⸻ Bridge Temples stand Through passing years. Holding hope, Holding tears. When the wind Begins to sing, Empty spaces Grow their wings. ⸻ Final Chorus Shadow and light, Walk as one. Every ending Greets the sun. If your heart Finds quiet today, Beauty has Already found its way. ⸻ Ending Whisper “Sometimes the most beautiful things… are already within us.”
