[Intro]
In the wake of the sea, a letter waits on shore,
Small stamps, big promises, a map of something more.
[Verse 1]
I carry a suitcase full of light and light of dawn,
A visa form in my pocket, dreams tucked in the yawn.
The harbor murmurs softly of olive trees and sun,
But lines in the application keep a careful run.
[Pre-Chorus]
Yet I hear a distant vow from the old country far away,
Where grandmothers mend nets and children laugh all day.
[Chorus]
Italy, hold my hope like a lantern in the rain,
Let every stamp be a step toward healing wounds and pain.
Through every careful word I write, I say I’m not alone,
The road will bend toward your coast, and I will make it home.
[Verse 2]
I meet a map on the wall of a travel agency,
A bridge between two tides, a patient wait for certainty.
They file the papers gentle as a cradle in the night,
While visas dream of sunlit ports and kitchens warm and bright.
[Pre-Chorus]
Behind the glass sits a guide who knows each hopeful sign,
Says patience is the passport when the heart is in the line.
[Chorus]
Italy, hold my hope like a lantern in the rain,
Let every stamp be a step toward healing wounds and pain.
Through every careful word I write, I say I’m not alone,
The road will bend toward your coast, and I will make it home.
[Bridge]
Somewhere far behind the sea, a homeland keeps its scent,
But the agency hums a promise, a future to present.
[Chorus]
Italy, hold my hope like a lantern in the rain,
Let every stamp be a step toward healing wounds and pain.
Through every careful word I write, I say I’m not alone,
The road will bend toward your coast, and I will make it home.
[Outro]
So I close my eyes and listen for the gulls at dawn,
The visa fits the rhythm of a heart that carries on.
