Lyric

Morning light on a cotton sheet

Tracing patterns, soft and sweet

Wooden floors and a cup of tea

Building a world for you and me

Folding the hours, one by one

Under the slow and steady sun

Finding the grace in the quiet things

Knowing the joy that the silence brings

Weave the thread of a simple day

Letting the shadows drift away

In the hollow of a gentle hand

Written in ink upon the sand

Dusty books and a faded map

Time is a dream inside a lap

Breath of wind through an open door

Asking for less and feeling more

Seeds of gold in the garden bed

Words that remain forever unsaid

Watching the colors start to bloom

Inside the heart of every room

Linger a while in the amber glow

Nowhere to rush, nowhere to go

Weave the thread of a simple day

Letting the shadows drift away

Captured forever in a frame

Calling the light by a secret name