[Intro] (wind chimes, soft flute) If time is a storm… then let me be the air between its teeth. [Verse 1] I learned the roads by listening close, To porchlight hymns and lamplight ghosts. Every city has a secret key— It’s not the map, it’s the melody. So I stitched my heart to a paper kite, And let it dance where the sky turns white. [Pre-Chorus] (piano rises) When the clocks cough dust and turn around, I don’t fight the tide—I ride the sound. [Chorus] Carry me, Windsong, carry me home, Over the rooftops, over the chrome. If the world rewinds and the names come undone, Sing me the thread that still holds on. I won’t be swallowed by the spinning years— I’ll breathe through the thunder, I’ll whistle through tears. Carry me, Windsong—soft and strong, Teach my broken time… your song. [Verse 2] I’ve seen goodbyes dressed up as fate, Heard “too late” spoken at every gate. But even endings leave a rhyme, A tiny doorway in the spine of time. So I keep my voice like a candle lit— Not loud… just enough to exist. [Pre-Chorus 2] (strings shimmer) If tomorrow falls through a crack in the night, I’ll fill that space with borrowed light. [Chorus] Carry me, Windsong, carry me home, Over the rooftops, over the chrome. If the world rewinds and the names come undone, Sing me the thread that still holds on. I won’t be swallowed by the spinning years— I’ll breathe through the thunder, I’ll whistle through tears. Carry me, Windsong—soft and strong, Teach my broken time… your song. [Bridge] (drop to voice + flute; whispered lines) Hush… Listen— The Storm can steal a day, but it can’t steal a promise you keep in your chest. So I’ll be the quiet between heartbeats, the exhale after panic, the hand that says: stay. (builds) If everything breaks, I’ll still be here— A note in the dark you can always hear. [Final Chorus] (full swell, harmonies + choir pads) Carry me, Windsong, carry us through, Past the rewound skies, into something true. If the world resets and the lights go thin, Sing “begin again”… sing “begin.” I won’t be swallowed by the spinning years— I’ll turn my fear into a chandelier. Carry me, Windsong—soft and strong, Teach my broken time… your song. [Outro] (wind only, one last chime) Carry me… Windsong.
