The Unbowed Current

When the market hush fell, darker than the night,
And hungry shadows swallowed every flickering light.
I felt the ocean's pull, not a gentle, cleansing spray,
But the heavy undertow, trying to drag me away.

[Chorus]
In the crushing tide's embrace, I find my ground,
My ancestors' whisper, a steady, ancient sound.
Let the deep current drag, let the shadows bite,
Still, I carry a persistent, stubborn light.

The wind-whipped dust carried the cries of the lost,
A bitter salt on every tongue, counting the cost.
We clung to splintered wood, prayed for the morning's gleam,
A tempest in the spirit, more than a waking dream.

[Chorus]
In the crushing tide's embrace, I find my ground,
My ancestors' whisper, a steady, ancient sound.
Let the deep current drag, let the shadows bite,
Still, I carry a persistent, stubborn light.

[Bridge]
They say the current takes, what it holds it keeps,
But my spirit remembers depths where true faith sleeps.
No storm can silence the rhythm of my soul,
Or stop the rising tide that makes me whole.

[Chorus]
In the crushing tide's embrace, I find my ground,
My ancestors' whisper, a steady, ancient sound.
Let the deep current drag, let the shadows bite,
Still, I carry a persistent, stubborn light.

[Outro]
Unbowed by the current, unbent by the night,
Still burning bright.