[Intro]
In the quiet dawn, the boards still breathe
Dust motes drift like tiny prayers
[Verse 1]
Master stands, quiet with a patient gaze
His hands, lanterns in the mist of focus
Students lace their belts, breath in time
Each heartbeat keeping rhythm with the bell
[Pre-Chorus]
Step by step, we learn to listen to the body
Step by step, we honor those who came before
[Chorus]
Hung Gar, a discipline in iron and silk
We rise with every stance, we fall and rise again
Respect in the air, and grit in the bones
Patience miles deep, in silence we train
[Verse 2]
The drill begins—silence, control, exact lines
Patterns flow like rivers through the yard
Sweat beads mark the map of effort learned
Eyes steady, spirits tempered by the code
[Pre-Chorus]
We bow to the floor, then rise to the sky
We bow to each other, to the craft, to the time
[Chorus]
Hung Gar, a discipline in iron and silk
We rise with every stance, we fall and rise again
Respect in the air, and grit in the bones
Patience miles deep, in silence we train
[Bridge]
Across the wooden grain, the aura glows faint and bright
Aura of discipline, a chorus of quiet might
The master nods, a spark passes through the room
Growth is the harvest of every steady move
[Chorus]
Hung Gar, a discipline in iron and silk
We rise with every stance, we fall and rise again
Respect in the air, and grit in the bones
Patience miles deep, in silence we train
[Outro]
The gong fades, footsteps slow but sure
We carry the dojo’s flame into the day
Growth kept close, like breath we guard and share
Until the next dawn, until the next form
