Lyric

Among books and shadows, I saw you go

With just a suitcase and a soul to grow

No one understood the path you’d choose—

To leave the noise for something new

From the city to the stories

From the concrete to the truth

From the city to the memories

Where freedom beats for you

They found you still beside the gray river

Speaking tongues you never knew before

With sunlight and corn upon your face

Telling tales you wrote with grace

From the city to the stories

From the concrete to the truth

From the city to the memories

Where freedom beats for you

[Bridge]

Now you walk barefoot on sacred ground

Between ritual and roots profound

Your words become the binding thread

Of yesterday that still says: here’s ahead

The tribes call you their faithful kin

Your hands dance while tales begin

Your voice revives what once was lost—

Giving time a brand new cost

From the city to the stories

(You left it all to tell)

From the streets into the memory

(Voices patient, strong as well)

From the city to the stories

Like rivers flowing to the sea

Your words become the memory

That time can never free