[Verse] Morning light on cobblestone, Soft sigh of the waking square. A single cart begins to hum, Painted gold with quiet care. [Pre-Chorus] Steam rises slow from a clay pot, Sweet and faint, a scent that starts— The world still half-asleep, but Something stirs behind the dark. [Chorus] Oh, the first light, the first breath, Opening slow through hushed streets. A name in the air, a song beneath— The heart of the square begins to beat. Oh, the first light, the first breath, Tiny pulse, so soft and clear— The world is waking, and I’m here. [Verse] Flowers spill in crimson rows, Sun caught in a basket’s rim. No one’s watching, no one knows— But the silence starts to swim. [Pre-Chorus] A bell in motion, faintly chimes, A voice like dawn on distant glass. The market stirs with quiet time, And I feel my own heart pass. [Chorus] Oh, the first light, the first breath, Opening slow through hushed streets. A name in the air, a song beneath— The heart of the square begins to beat. Oh, the first light, the first breath, Tiny pulse, so soft and clear— The world is waking, and I’m here. [Bridge] No grand sign, no call to buy, Just hands that tend with love and slight. A moment caught in morning’s eye— The world remembers how to light. [Chorus] Oh, the first light, the first breath, Opening slow through hushed streets. A name in the air, a song beneath— The heart of the square begins to beat. Oh, the first light, the first breath, Tiny pulse, so soft and clear— The world is waking, and I’m here. [Outro] And I’m here… And I’m here… Just the first light, just a breath.