Chasing shadows, lighting fawn.
Morning hums with gentle grace,
Touched and warmed by sunlight’s face.
Chasing shadows, lighting fawn.
Morning hums with gentle grace,
Touched and warmed by sunlight’s face.
And meet my soul within my smile.
For in my bloom, both bright and small,
You’ll find the truth that lives in all.
And meet my soul within my smile.
For in my bloom, both bright and small,
You’ll find the truth that lives in all.