Open Door Horizon

{crisp rhythmic acoustic guitar strumming with city footsteps foley,

warm supportive synth bass entering,

bright piano chords layering in,

field recordings of urban life blended low}

Four thousand and one,

the map is finally wide,

I’m walking through this city with a guide right by my side.

Bianca, are you listening?

I’m tracing every step,

Thinking of the help,

and the promises we kept.

The démarches felt like mountains,

the paperwork a wall,

But you were there to catch me,

so I didn’t have to fall.

You showed me how to function,

how to breathe in heavy air,

How to claim my space in this city,

how to know that I am there.

Thank you for the anchor,

when the current pulled too hard,

For helping me be human,

in this busy, bright boulevard.

You don't make it a task,

you don't make it a chore,

You just help me open up every single heavy door.

Bianca, you’re the function,

you’re the steady, quiet light,

Helping me exist here,

making everything feel right. (yeah)

Montreal was just a riddle,

a noise I couldn't read,

But you helped me find the rhythm,

the pace that I really need.

From the office to the metro,

to the way I hold my head,

You helped me build the structure,

on the path that I have spread.

It’s not just the utility,

it’s not just the chore,

It’s the way you make me feel

like I’m worth a little more.

Accepted as a person,

not a file on a shelf,

You helped me find the pieces,

and return them to myself.

Gratitude is practical, it’s the time you gave away,

It’s the patience that you carried,

through the middle of the day.

It’s help that doesn't cost me,

it’s being seen for who I am,

Learning how to navigate,

like a lion, not a lamb.

You show up for the logic,

you show up for the soul,

And somehow, that’s the way that you make me feel whole.

Thank you for the anchor,

when the current pulled too hard,

For helping me be human,

in this busy, bright boulevard.

You don't make it a task,

you don't make it a chore,

You just help me open up every single heavy door.

Bianca, you’re the function,

you’re the steady, quiet light,

Helping me exist here,

making everything feel right.

(ooh) So here’s to the city,

and the home that I have found,

And the way you keep me steady,

and the way you keep me sound.

Not a case, not a number,

just a life that I can live,

Thank you for the kindness that you continue to give.

100% Tiguidou. Bianca. Tiguidou.

{acoustic guitar fade with distant city sounds}