[Verse] In the quiet room where the cold winds play, She hums a tune to the fading day, Needle glides through the fabric worn, Stitching warmth where the light is torn. [Pre-Chorus] Threads of silver, threads of gold, Whispers of stories never old, [Chorus] Humming softly through the winter’s chill, She mends the night with a steadfast will, Every seam a promise bright, Holding back the fading light, Humming softly, hope’s refrain, In her song, we rise again. [Verse] Frost on the window, shadows fall, Yet in her hands, she’s weaving all, Dreams of spring that softly gleam, Dancing through a midnight dream. [Pre-Chorus] Threads of silver, threads of gold, Whispers of stories never old, [Chorus] Humming softly through the winter’s chill, She mends the night with a steadfast will, Every seam a promise bright, Holding back the fading light, Humming softly, hope’s refrain, In her song, we rise again. [Bridge] Lift your eyes, the dawn is near, In her melody, no room for fear, Curtains rise on skies so wide, With every note, a rising tide. [Chorus] Humming softly through the winter’s chill, She mends the night with a steadfast will, Every seam a promise bright, Holding back the fading light, Humming softly, hope’s refrain, In her song, we rise again. [Outro] Humming softly… we rise again…