1Through the quiet hours before the morning breaks3:03
2I feel the weight of yesterday dissolve into the mist3:07
3The sky begins to open with a tender glow2:37
4as if the earth itself remembers how to breathe again2:43
5I gather the fragments of promises left behind3:34
6shaping them into lanterns to guide my steps2:25
7Every scar upon my skin turns into a map2:34
8pointing toward horizons I have never walked2:50
9There is no certainty in the path ahead3:53
10yet the trembling in my chest is not of fear2:31
11but of longing for the unknown songs2:34
12waiting to be written in the language of tomorrow2:34
13I imagine rivers carving valleys through the stone3:11
14mountains bowing to the patience of the wind3:23
15until the person I become greets me with kindness2:51