She whispered in the morning sun,
about the night that went before.
And every word that left her lips
lingered, within all that's pure.
She paused and settled,
with the chorus,
with the dawning of the day,
She whispered softly on the ear,
yet she had so much to say,
Her mind and soul an army,
tempered by the kings of light,
She whispered to a broken troop,
told him there's no need to fight.
The battle, it is over,
like the darkness falls to morn.
She rests upon his shoulder,
Nests upon a love that's born.