Amber Anchor

[Verse 1]
The edges frayed, a sun-worn, silent bloom,
A whisper caught, escaping time's tight room.
That Beirut light, through Lisbon morning haze,
Where hidden roots still deepen in the days.

[Chorus]
Oh, this amber anchor, pulling me ahead,
Not backward to the ghosts of words unsaid.
It’s not regret, but sunlight on the vine,
A future blooming, yours and truly mine.

[Verse 2]
A forgotten garden, scent of jasmine bloom,
You traced a line, dispersing every gloom.
A cobblestone memory, still vivid, clear and bright,
Where unseen roots unfurl toward the light.

[Chorus]
Oh, this amber anchor, pulling me ahead,
Not backward to the ghosts of words unsaid.
It’s not regret, but sunlight on the vine,
A future blooming, yours and truly mine.

[Bridge]
This sepia map, a compass in my hand,
Shows where my future roots will understand.
That every tender petal, every branch that bends,
Is guided by where our beginning ascends.

[Outro]
Oh, the roots bloom on, we’re rising, rising free,
This amber anchor, pulling you and me.