The first light spills upon the day, a canvas fresh and wide
A simple whisper starts the way, where truth and purpose ride
Before the footstep hits the ground, before the words take flight
A single, sacred, silent sound, that guides us to the light.
It's not a chain, it's not a plea, but a setting of the soul
A grounding root for you and me, to make the fragmented whole.

Oo The first breath, a deep-drawn vow,
To walk the path of grace, to seek the truth right now.
In every motion, every plan, a name we choose to keep
The conscious ending of a span, the harvest that we reap.
It’s not just words upon the tongue, but the compass in the chest
Until the final song is sung, we put its truth to test.

The hands that labor, firm and sure, the mind that starts to dream
The quiet strength that will endure, the gentle, flowing stream.
When fear arrives, a sudden guest, and shadows start to loom
We turn the focus to the blessed, and clear away the gloom.
For in that choice, that deep intent, to act with purity
The energy that we have lent, returns eternally.

Oo The first breath, a deep-drawn vow,
To walk the path of grace, to seek the truth right now.
In every motion, every plan, a name we choose to keep
The conscious ending of a span, the harvest that we reap.
It’s not just words upon the tongue, but the compass in the chest
Until the final song is sung, we put its truth to test.

To live a life where every turn, is rooted in the Source
A gentle, guiding light to learn, and change the river's course.
We see the end in the beginning, the reason for the start
The purpose we are always winning, stamped deep within the heart.
It is the anchor for the soul, the meaning clear and vast
Making our fragmented lives whole, a peace that's built to last.

Bismillah, in all we do...
The First Breath, to see us through...
The purpose is the conscious way,
Beginning well, to end the day.