Unseen compass

The Unseen Compass
(Verse 1: The Roots)
Born of the silver mist and the ancient oak,
Where the Scottish heather wears a purple cloak.
Through English dales and the rugged Welsh stone,
My blood knows the soil I’ve always called home.
But beneath the skin, a different rhythm beats,
Far from the rain and the cobblestone streets.
(Chorus)
My internal compass is spinning tonight,
Guided by stars in a different light.
From the West I rise, but my soul finds its rest,
In the warmth of the East, where the heart is a guest.
I’m a map of the world, a bridge in the sand,
Holding the mist and the sun in my hand.
(Verse 2: The Gateway)
In the Bosphorus breeze, where two continents kiss,
Istanbul whispers of a home that I miss.
To the blue of Tunisia and Morocco’s red clay,
The scents of the souk lead my spirit astray.
From the Atlas peaks to the Cairo night,
The Nile is a ribbon of silver and light.
(Verse 3: The Sands)
I walk through the dunes of the Empty Quarter,
Where the UAE glass reflects the blue water.
A nomad in spirit, a king in my mind,
Leaving the damp of the islands behind.
The call of the Maghreb, the heat of the Gulf,
I’m shedding the winter, I’m shedding the wolf.
(Bridge: The Visions)
But when the world fades and the visions begin,
Iran is the garden that’s growing within.
I see Isfahan in a turquoise dream,
Where the poets still sit by the Zayandeh stream.
The pomegranate trees and the Shiraz sun,
Where the tapestry of my old life is spun.
It’s not just a memory; it’s a soul-deep sight,
Of a Persian moon in a Celtic night.
(Chorus)
My internal compass is spinning tonight,
Guided by stars in a different light.
From the West I rise, but my soul finds its rest,
In the warmth of the East, where the heart is a guest.
I’m a map of the world, a bridge in the sand,
Holding the mist and the sun in my hand.
(Outro)
Scottish blood, but an Eastern heart,
Two ends of the world, no longer apart.
From the Severn to the Nile, from the Forth to the East,
At the table of nations, I’m finding my feast.
(Finding my feast...)
(The two worlds are one...)

Soul, bagpipes, drums, bring in eastern feel make clever transition