Pomegranate Turkish Delight

Intro — soft Eastern instrumental] [Verse 1]
One day she tasted the finest delight
She’d ever known in her whole life.
A little girl sold it at the market,
With frightened eyes and hands held tight. Perhaps her mother sent her there
To sell her sweets for the first time.
But no one stopped, and no one cared,
And not a single coin would shine. [Verse 2]
This Turkish delight was unlike the rest,
So soft and chewy, sweet and slow,
Like melted caramel in her mouth,
With powdered sugar white as snow. The sugar dusted her lips so softly
As she savored every bite.
And something in that little moment
Made the whole world feel just right. [Pre-Chorus]
Nearby, a man was pressing pomegranates,
Turning ruby fruit to red.
And suddenly a crimson waterfall
Came pouring from the bowl instead. [Chorus]
Pomegranate Turkish delight,
Pomegranate Turkish delight!
She saw two flavors meet as one —
And suddenly a dream took flight. Pomegranate Turkish delight,
Ruby red and sugar-white...
Sometimes a dream is born that way —
From just one taste, one lucky bite. [Bridge — dreamy, Eastern, almost whispered]
What if the pomegranate
Could marry the delight?
What if ruby met the sugar?
What if sweet could taste like night? [Final Chorus]
Pomegranate Turkish delight,
Pomegranate Turkish delight!
A little girl, a bowl of sweets,
A crimson river in the light. Pomegranate Turkish delight...
And so the dream was born that day.
Sometimes the smallest taste of heaven
Can show you a brand-new way. [Outro — instrumental, soft female vocalization]
Pomegranate...
Turkish delight...
A dream was born...