Dust motes

[Intro] Dust motes danced in the mango light, a story whispered low. The old records spin, remembering a way that I used to know. [Verse 1] Barefoot prints on sun-baked earth, a laughter echoing still, A secret kept in river stone, against my lonely will. I carried burdens like a coat, too heavy for my frame, Searching shadows for a flicker, a spark to call my name. [Chorus] Oh, the steady drum, a memory's tide, washing reason to rise. That ancient rhythm deep inside, reflecting in my eyes. This hopeful pulse, it beats anew, from every road I trod, Whispering truths, forever true, a blessing from my God. [Verse 2] Through marketplace and dusty lane, where hungry dreams were sold, I saw the strength in weathered hands, stories never fully told. A weaver's song, a mother's grace, a sunrise painted gold, Each small survival in that space, a brave new chapter to unfold. [Chorus] Oh, the steady drum, a memory's tide, washing reason to rise. That ancient rhythm deep inside, reflecting in my eyes. This hopeful pulse, it beats anew, from every road I trod, Whispering truths, forever true, a blessing from my God. [Break] The root holds fast, though the season's turn and call. My spirit remembers, refusing to fall. [Chorus] Oh, the steady drum, a memory's tide, washing reason to rise. That ancient rhythm deep inside, reflecting in my eyes. This hopeful pulse, it beats anew, from every road I trod, Whispering truths, forever true, a blessing from my God. [Outro] Yeah, the rhythm calls me home, a brand new dawn I see. Hope's sweet song, eternally.