[Intro]
Soft hush, a kettle spoke in steam and light
Footsteps trace the old wooden floor, a lullaby night
[Verse 1]
I press my brow to the doorway of remembrance, breath of rice and rain
An aunt’s shawl folds the air, a quiet map of where I came
Dust motes drift like distant kin, a chorus barely seen
I cradle a broken bowl, listen for a chorus in the gleam
[Pre-Chorus]
Memories bloom in the corners where shadows keep a vow
Names whisper through the kitchen jars, teaching me to bow
[Chorus]
Daddy’s doorframes hold the hours, mother tongue in folded hands
I ache for voices stitched in stories, woven through this land
I carry the geography of hearths, the scent of home in rain
longing to return to where my roots begin again
[Verse 2]
A quilt unfurls like a map, each patch a different sky
Grandmother’s lullaby hums low, a soft, unspoken why
The radio crackles with a language I almost grasp
In the glass of the window, ancestors radiate and clasp
[Pre-Chorus]
The calendar’s whisper keeps time with my pulse now
I measure all the miles by the heat of a kettle’s glow
[Chorus]
Daddy’s doorframes hold the hours, mother tongue in folded hands
I ache for voices stitched in stories, woven through this land
I carry the geography of hearths, the scent of home in rain
longing to return to where my roots begin again
[Bridge]
In the quiet, I hear the clatter of pots and prayers mingled
A lineage braided in steam, where every memory’s kindled
[Chorus]
Daddy’s doorframes hold the hours, mother tongue in folded hands
I ache for voices stitched in stories, woven through this land
I carry the geography of hearths, the scent of home in rain
longing to return to where my roots begin again
[Outro]
Let me fall asleep to the warmth of kin, to the hush of generations near
Until the dawn unthreads the distance, and I wake already here
