She moves like morning light

 

[Verse]

As she passes, she greets, and through the breeze,

Her voice, early like dawn’s first tease,

In the square of light from a windowpane,

Fogs not the glass but breath’s soft strain.

She's early like the tolling bell,

A fairytale, an unbreakable spell;

And when she cuts through time’s fine thread,

The morning spills its white blood, softly spread.

[Chorus]

She moves like morning light, soft and bright,

In every glance, a dance, taking flight.

[Instrumental]

[Verse]

Dressed in blue, she heads to school,

Walking or floating? The line’s not clear;

A breeze so light, she disappears—

In morning's blue, it’s hard to know,

If she’s the breeze, or the dawn’s glow,

Or the girl who passes, soft and slow.

[Chorus]

She moves like morning light, soft and bright,

In every glance, a dance, taking flight.

[Instrumental]

[Verse]

Dressed in blue, she heads to school,

Walking or floating? The line’s not clear;

A breeze so light, she disappears—

In morning's blue, it’s hard to know,

If she’s the breeze, or the dawn’s glow,

Or the girl who passes, soft and slow.

[Chorus]

She moves like morning light, soft and bright,

In every glance, a dance, taking flight.