作词 : Silas Miles
作曲 : Silas Miles
First light touches the silent trees, in hues of gold and grey
The world still sleeps while morning breathes, and night gives way to day
The mist hangs low like memories, on fields of emerald green
A tapestry of possibilities, where hopes and dreams convene
And in this sacred in-between, where darkness meets the light
I feel the stirrings of a peace, that makes the spirit bright
Oh whispers of the dawn, you speak in tones so clear
Of letting go of what is gone, and conquering every fear
The morning holds such gentle power, in its soft and steady grace
Reminding us with every hour, we've each a sacred space
The river flows in silver strands, through valleys deep and wide
Carving paths through sleeping lands, with nothing left to hide
The birds begin their morning song, a symphony so pure
Inviting me to come along, and feel my spirit soar
And in this moment, still and deep, where time itself seems slow
The promises the dawn will keep, begin to gently grow
Oh whispers of the dawn, you speak in tones so clear
Of letting go of what is gone, and conquering every fear
The morning holds such gentle power, in its soft and steady grace
Reminding us with every hour, we've each a sacred space
Perhaps the greatest wisdom lies, in learning to be still
To watch the light reclaim the skies, and trust time's gentle will
For every ending makes way for, beginnings yet unknown
And every closed and bolted door, leads where we've never flown
Oh whispers of the dawn, you speak in tones so clear!
Of letting go of what is gone, and conquering every fear!
The morning holds such gentle power, in its soft and steady grace!
Reminding us with every hour, we've each a sacred space!
Sacred space... (choir pads swell)
In the light... (harp glissando)
We begin...
作词 : Silas Miles
作曲 : Silas Miles
First light touches the silent trees, in hues of gold and grey
The world still sleeps while morning breathes, and night gives way to day
The mist hangs low like memories, on fields of emerald green
A tapestry of possibilities, where hopes and dreams convene
And in this sacred in-between, where darkness meets the light
I feel the stirrings of a peace, that makes the spirit bright
Oh whispers of the dawn, you speak in tones so clear
Of letting go of what is gone, and conquering every fear
The morning holds such gentle power, in its soft and steady grace
Reminding us with every hour, we've each a sacred space
The river flows in silver strands, through valleys deep and wide
Carving paths through sleeping lands, with nothing left to hide
The birds begin their morning song, a symphony so pure
Inviting me to come along, and feel my spirit soar
And in this moment, still and deep, where time itself seems slow
The promises the dawn will keep, begin to gently grow
Oh whispers of the dawn, you speak in tones so clear
Of letting go of what is gone, and conquering every fear
The morning holds such gentle power, in its soft and steady grace
Reminding us with every hour, we've each a sacred space
Perhaps the greatest wisdom lies, in learning to be still
To watch the light reclaim the skies, and trust time's gentle will
For every ending makes way for, beginnings yet unknown
And every closed and bolted door, leads where we've never flown
Oh whispers of the dawn, you speak in tones so clear!
Of letting go of what is gone, and conquering every fear!
The morning holds such gentle power, in its soft and steady grace!
Reminding us with every hour, we've each a sacred space!
Sacred space... (choir pads swell)
In the light... (harp glissando)
We begin...