Window's Embrace

[Verse 1]
Rain streaks down the pane, like old memories softly fall,
The distant market hums, a familiar, weathered call.
I watch the gutter's rush, a tempest in miniature,
And find the quiet strength, a haven to endure.
A gentle respite granted, from the world outside my door.

[Chorus]
This window's embrace, a quiet, sacred space,
Where a persistent light holds true in every place.
Though the currents shift, and the storms may rage,
My spirit finds its anchor on life's wild page.

[Verse 2]
The scent of damp earth rising, an old griot's gentle sigh,
I recall the tales they whispered, beneath a Haitian sky.
Of hands that built up mountains, from pebbles in the sand,
A legacy of courage, held within this verdant land.
A quiet faith inherited, passed from hand to yearning hand.

[Chorus]
This window's embrace, a quiet, sacred space,
Where a persistent light holds true in every place.
Though the currents shift, and the storms may rage,
My spirit finds its anchor on life's wild page.

[Bridge]
We've weathered many tempests, seen the dark horizon creep,
But even in the deepest waters, promises we keep.
For strength isn't just power, it's the quiet, steady flow,
A persistent light that guides us, through every ebb and low.
A beacon, brightly burning, for wherever spirits go.

[Outro]
Yes, through the rain-streaked pane, the persistent light will stay,
Guiding us home, come what may.