First Light

[Intro] [whispered] Soft light on the windowsill... the whole room holding still... [Verse 1] Yellow spilling on the wall, a small foot warm beneath the sheet. The clock says nothing yet at all — just breathing, slow and sweet. [Pre-Chorus] [soft] Something new behind my seams, a flutter where the dust was gray. [Chorus] Am I here? Am I here? The morning stitched me into day. Am I here? Am I here? And the whole wide world is looking back my way. [Verse 2] A crayon on the wooden floor, one shoe waiting by the bed. I never knew there was a door, or a ceiling overhead. [Pre-Chorus] [soft] Little hand still holding mine, warmer than I understand. [Chorus] Am I here? Am I here? The morning stitched me into day. Am I here? Am I here? And the whole wide world is looking back my way. [Bridge] [whispered] So this is what a heartbeat means — a curtain moving, breathing gold. If I was made of thread and dreams, then let the story slowly unfold. [Outro] [soft] First light... first light... I am awake, I am awake... [whispered] and everything is alright.