[Intro]
Baba, sit with me, look at this frame, let me tell you plain and slow.
[Verse 1]
I show him a picture, a path drawn in lines and light,
Two figures in a doorway, one hopeful, one unsure at night.
The younger man asks questions, chasing the thread of a clue,
But the image hums with a quiet truth: guidance starts with seeing you.
[Chorus]
Baba, see how the lines bend toward a wiser road,
Not every step is loud, some whispers in the load.
In this still frame I’m teaching, without a spoken word,
The map is in the margins, and patience is the third.
[Verse 2]
The mentor points to the border where colors shift and blur,
A misread corner becomes a lesson, a soft, corrective purr.
The other guy squints at meaning, then the image softly glows,
A revelation blooms in quiet tones the eye already knows.
[Chorus]
Baba, see how the lines bend toward a wiser road,
Not every step is loud, some whispers in the load.
In this still frame I’m teaching, without a spoken word,
The map is in the margins, and patience is the third.
[Bridge]
The picture doesn’t shout, it invites a second gaze,
To feel what’s not said aloud, to breathe through the maze.
A mentor’s hand, a soft nudge, a patient, tender art,
In a single image, a lesson holds the heart.
[Chorus]
Baba, see how the lines bend toward a wiser road,
Not every step is loud, some whispers in the load.
In this still frame I’m teaching, without a spoken word,
The map is in the margins, and patience is the third.
[Outro]
So we close the frame, and carry what’s learned inside,
That guidance lives in pictures, and listening is the guide.
