Verse 1
The sky held its breath through the longest night,
A quiet heart wrapped in borrowed light.
Not broken, not healed, just waiting to know,
If dawn would whisper or the cold winds blow.
I’ve lived where the gray forgets its end,
Wondering if hope was just pretend.
Pre-Chorus
I’ve lived where the gray forgets its end,
Wondering if hope was just pretending.
But even empty hands can cradle the sun,
Before the morning says it’s begun.
Chorus
The sky wakes up wearing colors it couldn’t keep,
Painting every promise the darkness couldn’t steal.
Tell me this riddle if you know the way:
What burns without fire and still chases night away?
Maybe we’re all just morning in disguise,
Learning how to open our forgotten eyes.
The colors don’t hurry… they simply arrive,
Reminding every weary soul they’re still alive.
Verse 2
I carried storms nobody could see,
Clouds stitched together inside of me.
But dawn never judged the night I’d known,
It simply painted what hope had grown.
Orange remembered what midnight forgot,
Color returned where fear could not.
Pre-Chorus
I’ve lived where the gray forgets its end,
Wondering if hope was just pretending.
But even empty hands can cradle the sun,
Before the morning says it’s begun.
Chorus
The sky wakes up wearing colors it couldn’t keep,
Painting every promise the darkness couldn’t steal.
Tell me this riddle if you know the way:
What burns without fire and still chases night away?
Maybe we’re all just morning in disguise,
Learning how to open our forgotten eyes.
The colors don’t hurry… they simply arrive,
Reminding every weary soul they’re still alive.
Bridge
Maybe sunrise isn’t the answer…
Maybe it’s the question we fear.
What has no hands, yet lifts the world?
Sometimes hope is already here.
Final Chorus
The sky wakes up wearing colors it couldn’t keep,
Pouring hope through places where the shadows sleep.
What grows more beautiful after surviving the night?
Maybe every heart still reaching for the light.
The dark was never where the story ends,
It’s where the colors learn to begin.
Outro
The sky never rushed the morning…
It trusted the light to find its place.
So maybe I’ll trust these weary eyes,
To see tomorrow’s painted grace.
The longest night can’t steal forever,
The dawn still knows my name.
The colors always find their way back…
And maybe… someday… so will I.
Yes, the colors always find their way back…
And maybe… someday… so will I.
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