In the morning light, where the fields meet the pine,
I hear the whispers of a love once divine,
The sun rolls over hills, painting skies anew,
But I’m lost in a heartbeat that still longs for you.
Those long, lonely nights, yeah, they carry a weight,
Each shadow I chase, feels like tempting fate,
But when the dawn breaks, with its soft golden hue,
I find a little solace in the beauty I pursue.
Rolling thoughts like tumbleweeds, scattered on the way,
The memories come flooding like the dreams of yesterday,
From laughter echoing through the arms of the trees,
To the sorrow that lingers like a whisper in the breeze.
Oh, I try to find a rhythm in the songs of the past,
Holding tight to the moments that should never last,
Yet in this heavy silence, I still hear a tune,
Of harmony at sunrise, under a silver moon.
And when the world awakens, with the promise of the day,
I’ll gather all my pieces, find the strength to sway,
For every rolling heartache leads me back to the start,
Where the sunlight breaks my sorrow, and I mend this weary heart.
So here beneath these pines, as the sun begins to rise,
I’ll sing my song softly, let these feelings fly,
With every note I find, I’ll reclaim what’s mine,
In the harmony at sunrise, love’s sweet, tender sign.
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Harmony, sunrise, rolling, pine, sorrow