Waning Thread

[Verse 1]
Seven hours spun, a vibrant, tangled line,
Now the first light paints a concrete canvas, silver-fine.
The collective beat, a steady warp through every soul,
Memories stitch deep, making this moment whole.

[Chorus]
Waning thread of dawn, pull me near,
Hold this bittersweet, banish fear.
Waning thread, don't let this feeling fray,
Whisper *saudade* as the night gives way.

[Verse 2]
The air still thrums with echoes of a distant sound,
Like Medellín's hum on European ground.
I taste the dust, the sweat, the silent, shared belief,
A patchwork of pure joy, offering brief relief.

[Chorus]
Waning thread of dawn, pull me near,
Hold this bittersweet, banish fear.
Waning thread, don't let this feeling fray,
Whisper *saudade* as the night gives way.

[Bridge]
Under a sliver of the moon, now nearly gone,
I see the stories woven from dusk till dawn.
The ache of leaving, a familiar, tender art,
But this new pattern's forming in my beating heart.

[Outro]
Waning thread, still here.
No fear, just near.