Same Song

[Intro] Dust on the windowsill, a quiet clock keeps time In the doorway, a lineage hums softly, in the line of my spine [Verse 1] Old photographs bloom in the light, a map of where I came from Faces lean into memory’s wind, each crease a drumbeat of home A weary, elegant face looks back with patient grace The scars of growing up etch stories only time could trace [Pre-Chorus] Who am I but a thread in a wider loom, Woven by hands that held me from the cradle to the room? [Chorus] I carry the land in the slow, steady breath of my chest I carry the songs of kin in the quiet corners of my rest Through the long, quiet seasons, I learn to belong In the mirror, the past and present sing the same song [Verse 2] Roots thread through soil, through stubborn stones of memory Step by step I walk the lines drawn by ancestry Here, the soft scars glow with a patient, stubborn light They map the hours of resilience carved by night [Pre-Chorus] If time is a river, I’m a patient boat, Holding a harbor in my chest, keeping faith afloat [Chorus] I carry the land in the slow, steady breath of my chest I carry the songs of kin in the quiet corners of my rest Through the long, quiet seasons, I learn to belong In the mirror, the past and present sing the same song [Bridge] Home is not a place alone but a chorus of names A lineage spoken softly, a vow that the flame remains [Chorus] I carry the land in the slow, steady breath of my chest I carry the songs of kin in the quiet corners of my rest Through the long, quiet seasons, I learn to belong In the mirror, the past and present sing the same song [Outro] So I walk with the memory worn like a cloak of grace A family’s quiet fortress on my face