Voices of prayer, whisper in the air,
Rising in my heart, a song everywhere.
Ancient spirits, intertwined,
I carry their pain, their echoes in my mind.
Through time and space, we break the chain,
In every prayer, a flower blooms in the rain.
Rising in my heart, a song everywhere.
Ancient spirits, intertwined,
I carry their pain, their echoes in my mind.
Through time and space, we break the chain,
In every prayer, a flower blooms in the rain.