Tangled Threads

[Verse 1]
Sunlight through the bamboo blinds, a lazy, golden gleam,
Tangled in this woven world, a half-forgotten dream.
The morning stretches out, a liminal, quiet space,
Before the day begins its hurried, changing pace.

[Chorus]
Only the coffee sighs a steady, silver hum,
While outside, the city's waking, slowly coming undone.
This bittersweet stillness, a moment to hold tight,
Before the threads unravel into the day's first light.

[Verse 2]
Scent of brewing kapeng barako, a comfort deep and old,
Whispers of lola's stories, a pattern to unfold.
Dust motes dance in sunbeams, a quiet, shifting tide,
Reflecting on the paths, where I choose to reside.

[Chorus]
Only the coffee sighs a steady, silver hum,
While outside, the city's waking, slowly coming undone.
This bittersweet stillness, a moment to hold tight,
Before the threads unravel into the day's first light.

[Bridge]
Between the sheets, a silent promise I still keep,
To honor all the fabric of my kin, even in sleep.
Yet in this gentle morning, a new thread I might mend,
Finding strength in stillness, before the day will bend.

[Outro]
Just this quiet solace, a whisper-thin relief,
Before the world outside brings sorrow or belief.