Wet Streets Turning
Yeah…
Some stories are carved in the stars,
some are tempered in sorrow.
Ashes to ashes, dust into dust.
When every voice fades into silence,
will you still stand with us?
It began like a spark beneath the ribs,
burning bright, two restless hearts finding shelter in the night.
We carried old wounds like stones in our hands,
then forged them into courage,
together we learned to stand.
Step after step on a road without signs,
we stitched broken hours into brighter designs.
From Bongo to the world,
from the street to the home,
married in the struggle,
never walking alone.
Pull me nearer when the midnight bites,
let your pulse answer mine beneath the city lights.
If tomorrow dissolves like mist in
the sky, I’ll choose you this moment,
with nothing to hide.
Come again, come again,
come again— you are welcome,
welcome, welcome, my
friend.
Ashes to ashes, dust into dust,
we built our forever from patience and trust.
Through flame and flood,
through the thunder above,
your heart finds mine in the rhythm of love.
Still standing, still standing,
taking every blow, still real,
let the whole world know.
We’re made out of steel,
we don’t bow, we don’t shake,
no fear in our hearts,
no promise we break.
This is a hunger no silence can tame,
a deep-water promise that answers your name.
No painted fairytale, no road without scars,
just two souls making shelter beneath broken stars.
Love deep, let the beat go deep,
no empty sweetness, no promises cheap.
May sunlight find her,
may good fortune descend,
may gentleness mend what the hard years have bent.
Sick hectic, come again,
the rhythm is wild,
from the east to the west,
every woman and child.
We plant one seed,
then we water the ground,
little things grow when the love is profound.
A seed in the soil,
nurtured with respect, from little to large,
from a spark to a flame.
Great things grow slowly when we honor the name.
We see the seed,
we back that seed.
Nakupenda, mpenzi wangu, milele moyoni,
dhoruba zikivuma, nitakuwa nawe njiani.
Nalingi yo, motema na ngai,
yo nde bolingo ya bomoi na ngai.
Through every scar and every turning tide,
your name is the song I carry inside.
Ashes to ashes,
dust into dust,
we rose from the ruins
and strengthened our trust.
Through flame and flood,
through the thunder above,
your heart finds mine in the rhythm of love.
Call my name when the long night starts,
I’ll cross every distance to reach your heart.
Ashes to ashes, let the old world fall— what we keep between
us outlasts it all.
One pulse,
one promise,
one future for us.
The hands may weaken,
the bright years may flee,
but the truth we have carried
can outlive the night.
From little things,
great things grow.
Still standing.
Still alive.
Still in love.
Ashes to ashes,
dust into dust,
we built our forever
from patience and trust.
Through flame and flood,
through the thunder above,
your heart finds mine in the rhythm of love.
Still standing, still standing,
taking every blow, still real,
let the whole world know.
We’re made out of steel,
we don’t bow, we don’t shake,
no fear in our hearts,
no promise we break.
Ashes to ashes.
Dust into dust.
From little things,
great things grow.
Still standing.
Still alive.
Still in love.