Ocean Tongue

My accent holds the coastline, every ripple, every spray,
A steady beat from island shores, that guides me on my way.
Hear the low tide humming, deep inside my chest,
A language of the currents, putting doubts to test.

[Chorus]
Oh, this island pulse, it won't ever fade,
In every step I'm taking, a new horizon made.
Salt in my veins, a rhythm in my soul,
My heritage, a moon-guided whole.

[Verse 2]
The aroma of cafecito on a Little Havana breeze,
Mixes with the sweet taste of lilikoi from Oʻahu's trees.
A conga drum's sharp crack, a ukulele's gentle strum,
These are the sounds of home, no matter where I come.

[Chorus]
Oh, this island pulse, it won't ever fade,
In every step I'm taking, a new horizon made.
Salt in my veins, a rhythm in my soul,
My heritage, a moon-guided whole.

[Bridge]
Mama said, 'The deep ocean, it remembers every wave,'
So carry your true compass, from the wisdom that she gave.
Watch the full moon rising, pull the water to its call,
You're a reef that keeps on growing, standing strong through it all.

[Outro]
Yeah, the current's strong, and it carries me on,
With my island's song, from dusk 'til the dawn.