[Intro]
Soft light through a thatch roof sighs on our quiet room.
Hands meet in a simple rhythm, steady as the noon.
[Verse 1]
Blue sari glimmers, beads like stars in a small town sky,
Weave of our days, every thread a memory we keep nigh.
White kurta, calm and patient, eyes ahead but heart beside,
In this humble shelter, our quiet fort, our pride.
[Chorus]
In your arms I find our history, stitched with grace and care,
Traditions beating softly, a future we can share.
Through dust and dawn, we stand together, strong and true,
This home, this love, the world in a single view.
[Verse 2]
Dusty walls glow golden when the sun leans in to bless,
Beadwork dances on blue, a bright culture we confess.
Kids and chores may wander, but we hold the line with grace,
Resilience written in every line on our face.
[Bridge]
Quiet prayers mingle with the breeze, a steady, patient song,
We carry the stories of elders, not rushing to be gone.
[Chorus]
In your arms I find our history, stitched with grace and care,
Traditions beating softly, a future we can share.
Through dust and dawn, we stand together, strong and true,
This home, this love, the world in a single view.
[Outro]
Let the light stay warm on our doorway, let our roots run deep,
We step forward hand in hand, in the time our elders keep.
