[Intro - Gentle Celtic harp, steady low Bodhrán be

[Intro - Gentle Celtic harp, steady low Bodhrán beat] [Verse 1 - Solo Female Voice, pure and intimate] For years we watched you walk through frozen halls, The silence echoing within your walls. A heart kept guarded, locked in winter’s sleep, With promises you never thought you’d keep. But then the summer came, a spark was thrown, A seed was planted in the dry, cold stone. You didn't know that day at the castle gate, Was the hand of spirit, turning the wheel of fate. [Pre-Chorus - Fiddle enters, female voice gains strength] The pain was the fire that burned off the haze, Leading you out of the old, empty days. You found a new light, a path you’ve never trod, Connecting to the source, the pulse of the All. [Chorus - Female lead with deep, resonant male bass harmonies] Oh, our daughter is waking, the winter is gone, Walking through starlight into the dawn. Grateful for the ache and the tears you have shed, By the golden light of an invisible thread. You’ve grown through the longing, you’ve risen so tall, Finding the spirit that’s holding it all. [Verse 2 - Solo Female Voice, harp only] You stood in the rain as the "Bye Love" was said, Choosing the path of your healing instead. In the missing, in the hollow, in the nights so long, You found a new rhythm, a deeper song. Now you look at the stars with wide-open eyes, No longer afraid of the earth or the skies. [Bridge - Fiddle and drum building, subtle male humming] And in your heart, you whisper a silent plea, Wondering if he’s changed, as much as he changed thee. We saw the cup you gave, the charm for his hand, A gift that was more than he could understand. Though you may never know, the universe knows... How a soul is transformed where the butterfly goes. [Chorus - Full powerful harmonies, high female and deep male voices] Oh, our daughter is waking, the winter is gone, Walking through starlight into the dawn. Grateful for the ache and the tears you have shed, By the golden light of an invisible thread. [Outro - Solo female voice, fading with a final deep male bass note] The longing was a teacher, the distance a gift... Watching the final shadows start to shift. You’re never alone, you’re part of the whole... The butterfly’s flight... the birth of a soul. [End]