08 — A HOME WITH WINDOWS Voice: Rabindranath Tagore, imagined through expansive belonging [Style: Lyrical world folk and Americana; acoustic guitar, flowing strings, subtle hand drums, soaring refrain. 90 BPM, D major.] [Verse 1] Mother taught me songs at twilight, Every word a place to stand. Years went by; a stranger’s music Found a welcome in my hands. I could love my first horizon And the coast I’d never seen. There was room within the melody For the miles that lay between. [Chorus] Give me a home with windows, Let the other music through. I have roots beneath the floorboards; I have room enough for you. Let the children learn our stories, Let them find some of their own. May the love we have for homeland Help a stranger find a home. [Verse 2] Now a flag can fill a screen up Till the faces disappear. And the louder comes the anthem, The less anybody hears. But the mother past the border Holds her sleeping child like mine. All the ink upon the map Can’t contain that small design. [Bridge] Bring the language of your grandmother. I’ll bring what my mother sang. We can learn each other’s verses Without making them the same. [Final chorus — repeat; interwoven harmonies] [Outro] Open the window. Someone’s singing.
