Mortar's Tapestry

[Verse 1]
The rhythmic beat from Mama's kitchen door,
First pulse I knew, deep down to my core.
Her hands on the pestle, a fierce, steady grace,
Weaving wisdom into time and space.

[Chorus]
Oh, Mama's rhythm, the mortar's deep sound,
Life's truest pattern, where joy can be found.
A tapestry woven, strong and so bright,
Igniting my spirit, morning to night.

[Verse 2]
The scent of pepper soup, a memory so clear,
Each steaming bowl, erasing every fear.
She'd say, "Ọmọ mi, life weaves tight and loose,"
"Always mend your fabric, find your truth."
She showed me the patterns, from dusk 'til the dawn,
How even rough edges can beautifully bind.

[Chorus]
Oh, Mama's rhythm, the mortar's deep sound,
Life's truest pattern, where joy can be found.
A tapestry woven, strong and so bright,
Igniting my spirit, morning to night.

[Bridge]
The drum of the kitchen, it rises, it falls,
A primal heartbeat answering freedom's calls.
In every rhythm, a fire deep inside,
Where ancestral threads forever will ride.

[Outro]
Mama's rhythm, forever true,
A pattern of love, woven through.