Living Mosaic

[Verse 1]
Rain streaks the glass, a city's low hum,
But old hands still trace the path I've become.
A worn fresco of wisdom, time-etched and deep,
Whispers of ancestors, secrets they keep.

[Chorus]
Weave the old with new design,
This living mosaic, truly mine.
A heritage unfurled, a steady light,
Guiding through the urban night.

[Verse 2]
The scent of frankincense, a memory's tide,
Against neon's sharp edge, nowhere to hide.
Each subway rumble, a different drum's beat,
From sun-baked earth to concrete street.

[Chorus]
Weave the old with new design,
This living mosaic, truly mine.
A heritage unfurled, a steady light,
Guiding through the urban night.

[Bridge]
Beneath the clamor, a foundational stone,
A master builder's blueprint, not my own, but sown
Deep in the fiber, a quiet strength that gleams,
A towering arch built on ancestral dreams.

[Outro]
The light that clings to stories told,
A legacy of brave and bold.