Muri Sospesi

[Verse 1]
The city lights below, a scattered jewel box,
Now just a fading fresco, framed by silver locks.
See the crumbling facades, where my family stood,
My old world shrinking fast, like a story misunderstood.
Vespas just pinpricks now, a silent, painted street,
The scent of jasmine gone, bitter and bittersweet.

[Chorus]
Muri sospesi, I watch them fade,
Ancient stones of the home I made.
This is the moment, I fly away,
Leaving a piece of my heart to stay.

[Verse 2]
Think of Nonna's hands, shaping dough and fate,
Her laugh echoes still, I can almost recreate.
The worn pathway home, to the door painted blue,
Now a memory etched, sharp and painfully true.
The market's cacophony, a distant, muffled hum,
From where new foundations rise, and new futures come.

[Chorus]
Muri sospesi, I watch them fade,
Ancient stones of the home I made.
This is the moment, I fly away,
Leaving a piece of my heart to stay.

[Bridge]
The wind from the sea still whispers my name,
Even as altitude burns with a different flame.
This structure is new, a steel cage of dreams,
But the salt on my skin, forever it gleams.
I'm building new arches, strong and bold,
While the stories back home are quietly told.

[Outro]
Muri sospesi, carried by air,
A bittersweet ache, beyond compare.