Shadow Loom

[Verse 1]
In a souk of spices, where the dust clouds gleam,
A distant rhythm cuts, a waking dream.
Not the usual chatter, nor the vendor’s plea,
But threads of memory, unwound for me,
Calling from a place, wild and free.

[Chorus]
Oh, this shadow loom, in a distant square,
Weaving tales of home, beyond compare.
No gentle echo, but a vibrant claim,
My spirit answers, whispers your name.

[Verse 2]
The market woman sways, her face a map,
Of stories etched in time, no turning back.
The young man nods, a pulse in his stride,
My culture's pattern, where secrets hide,
A silent language, flowing with pride.

[Chorus]
Oh, this shadow loom, in a distant square,
Weaving tales of home, beyond compare.
No gentle echo, but a vibrant claim,
My spirit answers, whispers your name.

[Bridge]
Though new threads bind this city's hurried pace,
Our ancient colours still find their space.
A raw connection, spoken through the beat,
Bitter and sweet, a fire in the street.

[Outro]
Shadow loom spinning, across the sea,
Calling my spirit, wild and free.