GLASS HORIZON
Morning breaks on cobblestone lanes,
Bakery smells, sunlight through windowpanes.
Children running, kites in the sky,
Laughter ringing, no one’s passing by.
Hands clap, bells chime in the square,
Every moment lifts through the air.
Glass horizon, running free,
Through the markets, streets, and memories.
Voices rise, we twirl and spin,
Daytime magic flowing within.
Trains whistle by, flags in the wind,
Friends wave hello, old stories begin.
Footsteps skipping to the rhythm of cheer,
Every heartbeat bright, the past feels near.
these voices lift, one may rest,
Harmonies racing, giving their best.
Through sunlit streets, our hearts replay,
Golden hours of a busy day.
Glass horizon… moving fast…
Through the streets… memories last…
Glass horizon… moving fast…
Through the streets… memories last…