Pink Morning Sunrise

[Intro]
The horizon blushes in a quiet fade,
bare trees sketch the last kiss of day.

[Verse]
Footsteps dry in the sleepy ground, a hush between the tones,
Sunset spills gold on weathered wood, a shed with secrets shown.
I walk the edge where shadows meet the light,
breathing in the day that learned to rise and bite.
Pink climbs to orange, a slow exhale of heat,
wind-told stories rustle through the wheat.
A lone bird folds the daylight in its palm,
and I hear the heartbeat of the land's slow calm.

[Chorus]
Hold on to the edge of the glow, where colors bend and glow,
singing soft goodnight to the town below.
Hold on to the edge of the glow, where secrets softly grow,
let the twilight carry you where you want to go.

[Verse]
The shed wears dust like a memory, siding pale and worn,
windows dim with yesterday, dreaming of dawn.
I trace the line of bare earth, grain by grain,
where footprints vanish, where rain forgot its stain.
Silhouette of branches writes a quiet code,
a language only the evening hands to those who know.
The sky folds petals of pigment, slow and kind,
a map of endings that cradle every find.
I lift my gaze where the colors finally sigh,
and feel the world soften under lavender sky.

[Chorus]
Hold on to the edge of the glow, where colors bend and glow,
singing soft goodnight to the town below.
Hold on to the edge of the glow, where secrets softly grow,
let the twilight carry you where you want to go.

[Bridge]
If the day forgot its bearings, what would light recall?
A whisper in the paling blue, the last rose of the fall.
The shed hums with a quiet yes, a doorway to what’s near,
a door without a handle, inviting you to hear.
Dust motes drift like tiny constellations in a room,
the earth keeps its story, blooming in the gloom.
I write your name in breath across the evening air,
then erase it softly, letting night repair.

[Chorus]
Hold on to the edge of the glow, where colors bend and glow,
singing soft goodnight to the town below.
Hold on to the edge of the glow, where secrets softly grow,
let the twilight carry you where you want to go.

[Outro]
The pink fades to memory, orange cools to gray,
and silence folds you gently into dusk’s embrace today.

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