Held In Her Hands - Reggae Version

[RAP-VERSE] In the quiet drift of late December’s cloak, beneath sky's silver gleam, I sat alone, lost in thought, wrapped in a half-formed dream. Time moved slow, like smoke spiralling from a lone candle’s flame, And the weight of my youth lay on me, yet I’d never know shame. The phone rang, a sound shattering the stillness, sharp and unkind, While mum’s voice floated from the bath, a tune soft, undefined. I picked up the call, not suspecting fate’s whispered scheme, And heard her voice—my lover—like a tremor piercing a dream. “Meet me,” she said, words heavy, tethered to something deep, So I left the warmth of my shadowed room, with secrets to keep. In her voice, I sensed the weight of worlds shifting beneath, Like tides colliding under moon’s watch, hidden in grief. I found her by the old park bench, eyes cast down, lost in thought,Her gaze, distant as stars, holding something fragile, overwrought. The air around us thickened, a silent storm in disguise, Until she spoke, “I’m carrying life,” with tear-laden eyes. Seventeen—barely a man—and yet here I stood, Caught between boyhood’s reckless rites and fatherhood. Every night, every alley, every laugh, careless and wide, Dissolved in the dawn of her words, a rush I couldn’t hide. For life, as I knew it, unspooled like threads from an ancient loom, Unraveling dreams stitched in shadow, spun in my youth’s gloom. And her voice, a whispered hymn in the dark of my mind, Calling me forth, urging me to leave my lost self behind. But the weight of my past, like a debt etched in stone, Echoed through narrow streets, a truth cold to the bone. I had debts to a man who wore shadows like a crown, A figure lurking in twilight, eyes dark, like tarnished towns. A simple loan to a friend, an act of blind trust, Left me bound to a dealer with demands like iron rust. Night after night, his voice chased me, heavy and low, Like a wolf’s howl in the distance, promising woe. And there, between duty and dread, I learned the price of my name, A young man knotted in fear, too close to shame. But as her words echoed, my spirit began to rise, Seeing the world anew, through my unborn child’s eyes. Then came the day—sunlight painted gold on hospital walls, And in that sacred moment, time stilled, the universe stalled. I held her, a fragile promise wrapped in warmth and light, In her tiny fingers, the strength to banish night. Gone were the streets of my past, the debts, the lies, Replaced by this gift, a second chance, a life to prioritise. No longer lost, I felt her breath, a soft rhythm so pure, And knew in my heart, I was bound, unwavering and sure. Now, as the sun rises over hills and oceans vast, I stand grateful, a man renewed, forged from my past. A father, a guide, with love that carves the path ahead, For my daughter, my reason, the life I’ve claimed instead. [OUTRO] My life is all a blast, how could i pass to be a daddy, but you don't need to ask, it's all in the past, im free at last, so I'll accept it gladly.