Echoed Threads

[Verse 1]
In a market far from home, where foreign tongues still swirl,
My own song plays, a gentle current, rocking this new world.
A pattern in the chatter, a rhythm in the air,
Like woven cloth, it finds me, easing every care.

[Chorus]
Oh, this melody, a thread I spun,
Weaving back to where my heart begun.

[Verse 2]
A woman hums along, her basket by her side,
Perhaps she sees the ocean, where the Lagos tides now hide.
I see my grandmother's wrapper, hear the street vendor's call,
A tapestry of memories, standing proud and tall.

[Chorus]
Oh, this melody, a thread I spun,
Weaving back to where my heart begun.

[Bridge]
These threads of destiny, pulled across the wide, wide sea,
A silent wisdom carried, connecting you to me.
From bustling city chaos to the village elder's gaze,
My spirit finds its solace in these bittersweet old days.

[Chorus]
Oh, this melody, a thread I spun,
Weaving back to where my heart begun.

[Outro]
Still weaving, still yearning, the rhythm calls my name,
A quiet, hopeful ember, burning in the flame.