

Grandma's stories by the kitchen light Fading photos on the wall
Roots from far across the sea Blending with the fields I call
my own
(ohhh) Carrying names and quiet hopes
In every step along this road
I am the bridge between
the old and new
Heart in two worlds,
standing true
Under these wide skies,
I find my place
With every memory,
I embrace (yeah)
Cherry blossoms in the springtime rain
Mix with the dust of harvest days
Family faces in the crowd Whispers of the past that guide my
way
(ahhh) I am the bridge between
the old and new
Heart in two worlds,
standing true
Under these wide skies,
I find my place
With every memory,
I embrace (yeah)
Sometimes the weight feels heavy on my soul
But in the quiet,
I feel whole
I am the bridge between
the old and new
Heart in two worlds,
standing true
Under these wide skies,
I find my place
With every memory,
I embrace (ooh)
(soft hum)