Woven Gray

[Verse 1]
Rain falls in thin gray lines, outside my pane,
Each drop a quiet stitch, easing the old pain.

[Chorus]
Threads of the quiet gray, they fall and twine,
A tapestry of solace, uniquely mine.

[Verse 2]
Streetlights blur like distant knots, a city's soft design,
A Busan whisper on the glass, a memory, half-divine.
This chrysalis of stillness, where thoughts can softly fray,
Before I pull the strong new stitch, and chase the coming day.

[Chorus]
Threads of the quiet gray, they fall and twine,
A tapestry of solace, uniquely mine.

[Bridge]
The world outside is vast, a loom of endless might,
But in this quiet moment, I weave my inner light.
A delicate lace of courage, spun in twilight's softest sheen,
Unraveling the doubt, unseen.

[Chorus]
Threads of the quiet gray, they fall and twine,
A tapestry of solace, uniquely mine.

[Outro]
Just woven gray, a moment's grace,
In this quiet, gentle space.