Shalemoor
 

Walking as our hearts reborn,

brings us no grief, no thorn.

The houses tremble and we fall like leaves,

from beds that echo our mothers’ griefs.

Those who once fled this fragile land,

became the shield for what we withstand.

Because we’re here, we hold, we love

 

Good morning, Shalemoor,

good morning evermore.

Good morning crimson tears,

farewell to all our fears.

Shalemoor at daybreak,

is beauty stirring wide awake.

You grace her with a bloom,

and she smiles

and softly makes you whole

 

Good morning, Shalemoor,

good morning evermore.

Good morning crimson tears,

farewell to all our fears.

Shalemoor at daybreak,

is beauty stirring wide awake.

You grace her with a bloom,

and she smiles

and softly makes you whole

 

But who stays home at the break of morn,

while Shalemoor feels newly born?

Who stays seated, cold and numb,

when tomorrow already starts to become?

For this is the day our spirits rise

the day we lift our hopeful eyes

Because we’re here, we hold, we love

Because we’re here, we hold, we love

 

Good morning, Shalemoor,

good morning evermore.

Good morning crimson tears,

farewell to all our fears.

Shalemoor by afternoon,

blooms like a field reborn in June

You’ll feel the pull to enter,

and walk until

Until you reach its center

 

Good morning, Shalemoor,

good morning evermore.

Good morning crimson tears,

farewell to all our fears.

Shalemoor by afternoon,

blooms like a field reborn in June

You’ll feel the pull to enter,

and walk until

Until you reach its center

 

At times it hints at thunders we once knew,

at times it’s just the city breathing through.

Yet tomorrow isn’t fragile anymore,

tomorrow stands with promise at its core.

For now the rope from days before,

upon your throat remains no more.

Because we’re here, we hold, we love

Because we’re here, we hold, we love

 

Good morning, Shalemoor,

good morning evermore.

Good morning crimson tears,

farewell to all our fears.

Shalemoor by night

is like a glowing sphere of light

In her you’ll see tomorrow,

and it will be brighter

It will banish every sorrow

 

Good morning, Shalemoor,

good morning evermore.

Good morning crimson tears,

farewell to all our fears.

 Shalemoor by night

is like a glowing sphere of light

In her you’ll see tomorrow,

and it’ll be brighter

It will banish every sorrow

it’ll be brighter
it will banish every sorrow