Over the Bridge

The air feels different
Something quiet starts to rise

Roads grow softer
Sky grows wider
And the heart knows why

Tree-lined roads and open spaces
Morning light on forest trails
Grand old villas by the shoreline
Windows catching silver sails

Every turn a softer picture
Every mile lets pressure go
And the island keeps on saying
You are home now
Take it slow

Coming home
Coming home
Every time the sea appears
Coming home
Coming home
Breathing out the heavy years

White cliffs shining in the distance
Silent paths through green and stone
Waves below and gulls above them
Beauty speaking on its own

Endless beaches
Fine as powder

Nature shores so quiet and wide
Hours passing without counting
Only wind and waves and tide

Coming home
Coming home
Every time the sea appears
Coming home
Coming home
Breathing out the heavy years

Long walks where the world falls silent
Deep breaths in the salted air

No need rushing
No pretending
Only space and being there

Every visit feels like healing
Every view restores the soul
What was restless
What was scattered
Becomes quiet
Becomes whole

Coming home
Coming home
Over bridges to the light

Coming home
Coming home
Sea and sky in open sight

Coming home
Coming home
Where the cliffs and beaches glow

Coming home
Coming home
To the place that always knows

Over the bridge
The air feels different
And the heart remembers first

Before the words
Before the shoreline
It already knows

Coming home