Empty Loom

That empty chair at the table wasn't just a space untold,
It was the first thread I pulled, a new story to unfold.
My hands watched mama re-stitch a life, a pattern worn and thin,
Said the silence taught me rhythms deeper than the city's din.

[Chorus]
The void you left behind? Man, it spun a richer weave,
A silent engine humming, giving me cause to believe.
Yeah, that absence, it ain't a gap, it's the warp and weft I need.

[Verse 2]
Atlanta nights, I'm tracing shadows, learning every hidden seam,
From cracked pavement to the skyline, chasing down a faded dream.
They see the strong fabric I've become, the confidence I wear,
Don't know the unraveling that taught these hands how to truly care.

[Bridge]
Every knot in this tapestry? It tells a sacrifice,
My hands built this design from ghost advice, paid the silent price.
No blueprint handed down, just freedom in the air,
The loudest drum beat ain't the djembe, it's the rhythm that isn't there.

[Outro]
Yeah, the loom was bare, but my spirit wouldn't cease,
Just Riverbend Vox, finding power in the peace.