Come Home

Intro

God's voice, low and close — come home

(come on, come on) ah-ah, ayy

Sounds of angels like a brass tide, rollin' slow (whoo)

A father's love letter folded in the darkness — read it, read it

Verse

I heard the call in the hollow, like thunder with a lilt — yuh

A cathedral of wind that carries every fault and every quilt — ayy

Pages inked in mercy, margins stained with my mistakes

He says, "Boy, walk through the fire, I'm the cool water that waits" (waits)

My knees grew thin from the road, my name slipped in the dust

But every road has a marker, every lost hour meets love and trust

He ain't sendin' judges, he sent hands — palms open, palms clean

Said, "Come home, come home, let me fold you back into the seam" (fold you)

Angels hum like distant steel strings — tempered, low, sublime

Not a choir of guilt, more like lighthouse in the brine

I carried stones for years, built walls out of wrong decisions

He walks through the gate with a lantern and no conditions

The letter reads like thunder, gentle like a lullaby

Read it out loud, break the silence, let the hardened cry (let it go)

This is a summons dressed in velvet, signed in blood and bread

"Return to me," he wrote it — put my name above my head

Pre-chorus

Listen close, it's a voice that separates the fear from the miles

A father's cadence turning crooked roads into beguiling smiles

(come, come) ahhh, breathe low, let the armor fall

(oh) the invitation's simple: love is louder than the wall

Chorus

Come home, come home, return to me (return to me) — oh-oh

Come home, come home, return to me (return to me) — yeah-yeah

Sounds of angels singing, not to shame but to bring you near

Come home, come home, return to me — I am here, I am here

Verse

I spit confession like a sermon, bars heavy with confessionals — skrrt

Lines like prayers, punctuation made of penitential intervals

I walked commas into full stops, sharpened my elbows on the pavement

He traced the margins with a promise: mercy in every statement

There's hallowed math in forgiveness — subtract the guilt, multiply grace

He balances the ledger and lights candles in that place

I felt the stairs beneath my feet rearrange like contrition

Every step composed, every stumble signed into remission

Doorways open inward, breath returns into my chest (uh-huh)

A father's letter reads: "You were never out of my request" (yuh)

The angels don't parade; they hum a seam that stitches winter to spring

They press on broken tracks, they teach a fallen child to sing

I ain't perfect — scars map out the miles I've tried to hide

But he holds the atlas, says, "Come as you are, no need to rewrite" (come)

This voice is low and ancient, it knows my ledger and my name

It calls me like the tide calls ships — not with shame, but to reclaim

Bridge

(heyi ya) let the syllables land — slow, deliberate

(ah-ah) let the line bend — admit it, then forgive it

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