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“Where the Sun First Rises” symbolizes beginnings, wisdom, and continuity. The title reflects a place where history, tradition, and modern life meet—where each new day feels connected to thousands of years before it. It speaks to renewal, balance, and the quiet power of endurance. It’s about origins: of ideas, cultures, and light—both literal and human. Lyrics - Verse 1: From Anatolian hills to desert gold, Stories older than time are told. Levant winds through olive trees, Sacred paths and ancient seas. Across the sands where caravans move slow, Persian stars still softly glow. Between twin rivers, memory stays, Cradles of the earliest days. Chorus: Asia, breathing deep and wide, Mountains, rivers, faith and sky. Every step, a thousand years, Every silence, full of prayers. Verse 2: From the high Himalaya crown, Snow looks gently down. India hums in color and sound, Mantras lift from sacred ground. Island bells and temple air, Lantern lights and quiet care. Peninsulas of spice and rain, Songs rise up through green terrain. Across the steppe where horses run, Endless land beneath one sun. Nomad trails and open plains, Echo freedom in their veins. Verse 3: Great walls curve through northern stone, Guarding dreams once carved in bone. Cherry blooms and painted silk, Ink and paper, steel and milk. Morning trains and neon glow, Ancient roots in cities grow. Islands where the oceans meet, Fire beneath the restless feet. Chorus: Asia, vast and intertwined, Many paths, one human line. From whispered myths to futures bright, You carry dawn into the night. Verse 4: Golden pagodas touch the sky, Monsoon clouds go drifting by. Rice fields mirror heaven’s face, Patience grows in gentle space. Far east shores greet rising day, Where silence learns to stay. Every breath, a balanced art, Stillness teaching restless hearts. Asia, where beginnings stay, Where night still bows to day. Not one voice, not one way, But all the paths that lead us home.