Gentle Bench

[Intro] Soft light on a silver beard, a calm sunrise in his eyes [Verse 1] On a park bench, he hums a tune no rush can steal Glasses catch the glow as pigeons press a gentle steel He holds a small friend, a pigeon resting in his palm Trees whisper stories, in the breeze a quiet psalm [Pre-Chorus] Footsteps of the young arrive, they slow to hear the air A shared breath between two worlds, a moment hung with care [Chorus] Time folds between us, in the warmth of simple days Hands meet, generations bloom in soft, forgiving rays Small wings and old hands tell a tale without a plan Peace grows where kindness lands, between woman, child, and man [Verse 2] The mosque in the distance frames a hopeful, patient light Minarets echo prayers that drift into the night He laughs to see the pigeon nuzzle a gentle smile The world reduces to this bench, this sunlit mile [Pre-Chorus] Children learn to listen to the stories in his eyes Learning how to be a bridge under wide blue skies [Chorus] Time folds between us, in the warmth of simple days Hands meet, generations bloom in soft, forgiving rays Small wings and old hands tell a tale without a plan Peace grows where kindness lands, between woman, child, and man [Bridge] If you slow the moment, you’ll hear a quiet vow To carry forward the tenderness when time allows [Chorus] Time folds between us, in the warmth of simple days Hands meet, generations bloom in soft, forgiving rays Small wings and old hands tell a tale without a plan Peace grows where kindness lands, between woman, child, and man [Outro] Sunset warm on the bench, the pigeon softly/leaves the hand A gentle life in every frame, a gentle, lasting land