Where the light could never reach,
We called forgotten names again.
Prayers carved in the language of scars—
And breath returns within the pain.
The wind trembles through the silence,
The stars remember that sound.
All life begins to awaken,
Towards the moment of return.
Woo
This is the song of the healers—
A voice that calls the lost to rise.
Crossing the river of tears,
It becomes a bridge of light.
In the deepest heart of shadow,
A fragile light begins to breathe.
The broken souls reach out and join,
Beating in one eternal rhythm.
Ha
This is the song of the healers—
The heartbeat of forgotten worlds.
Where sorrow ends,
A new breath begins.
Softly, until the winds fall silent,
Their song never fades.
We are the healers,
We are the breath,
We are the light,
The song of the broken world.
