It's Time

The story

This is a lullaby for grown children of the light, for the hush before the day begins. You don't have to rush through the morning or prove anything to it. You made it through another night, and that is already something. To every child still behind your eyes: you are the morning. It's time, not to hurry, just to be alive.

Lyrics

by Naimor — a lullaby for grown children of the light

Stars still whisper on your skin
The hush before the day begins
A quiet pool, a breath, a spark
A soul returning from the dark

Wake up gently, don’t rush through
The world is waiting just for you

It’s time to rise, soft and slow
The sky is blushing, winds still low
There’s magic woven in the air
And love, yes love, is everywhere
So take this breath, this sacred light
You made it through another night

The cars hum low on distant streets
But here, the silence gently speaks
No voice to chase, no race to win
Just morning stretching from within

You don’t need to prove or run
You’re already touched by dawn

It’s time to rise, soft and slow
Let your spirit gently grow
The world is kind when seen anew
And someone’s always loving you
So step into this newborn day
With all the pain you’ve washed away

To every soul still half-asleep
To every wound that runs so deep
To every child behind your eyes
You are the morning, you are the rise

It’s time...
Not to hurry, not to hide
Just to breathe,
Just to be alive.