From The East, The Healer Comes

In the velvet night, where dreams whisper low, A journey begins, to where the soulful rivers flow. (From the East, hope's gentle glow) In a world cloaked in shadows, where the light seems gone, There's a silent coronation, as the night drags on. But rising from the depths, with a warmth so serene, Comes the healer from the East, in a world unseen. We've been wandering, under a moonless sky, Chasing echoes of truths, asking why. Now at the horizon, where the dark meets dawn's embrace, We feel the warmth, the gentle grace. Hear the people hum, yeah they hum with soul, As the healer's touch turns the broken whole. With a heart of gold, he mends the parts (mends them all), From the East, the healer comes, in our souls, he starts (From the East, the healer comes, in our souls, he starts). Through the streets of sorrow and the alleys of despair, We've danced to a tune of a world unfair. But there's a melody, beneath the pain, A rhythm of hope, not in vain. Now the night wanes, and the shadows flee, Under his gaze, we find the key. Together we rise, as the new day. Now the night wanes, and the shadows flee, Under his gaze, we find the key. Together we rise, as the new day's song unfolds, In the story of salvation, our destiny he molds. Hear the people hum, yeah they hum with soul, As the healer's touch turns the broken whole. With a heart of gold, he mends the parts (mends them all), From the East, the healer comes, in our souls, he starts (From the East, the healer comes, in our souls, he starts). Feel the beat, the pulse of a new day's heart, With each step he takes, a new art. In the rhythm of change, in the soul's sweet tune, With the healer of the East, we find our boon. Hear the people hum, yeah they hum with soul, As the healer's touch turns the broken whole. With a heart of gold, he mends the parts (mends them all), From the East, the healer comes, in our souls, he starts (From the East, the healer comes, in our souls, he starts). Hear the people hum, yeah they hum with soul, As the healer's touch turns the broken whole. With a heart of gold, he mends the parts (mends them all), From the East, the healer comes, in our souls, he starts (From the East, the healer comes, in our souls, he starts). In the dawn's soft light, where hope dances free, We find our rhythm, in the soul's deep sea. (From the East, a new harmony)