The Light Walks Home

(Batiste plays quiet major chords; faint laughter and footsteps blend in.)

The sky done touched the ground.

And the ground, she still singin’.

You hear that?

That’s heaven learnin’ how to walk home.

(Horns fade in — a slow, breathy unison.)

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The river done calm, but she still hum low,

Carryin’ the names of the ones we know.

Sunlight bend like a golden thread,

Stitchin’ up the wounds we bled.

Every block that broke now bloom,

Every silence find a room.

I don’t need wings, I just roam,

‘Cause the light… the light walk home.

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The light walk home, slow and kind,

Through every soul that kept the time.

It don’t fall — it find its way,

Through song, through pain, through day by day.

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The horns talk soft, the drums reply,

We alive beneath that sky.

Every note a seed we sown,

Growin’ faith on cobblestone.

Heaven ain’t distant, it hum and gleam,

Through brass reflections and children’s dreams.

It dance in rhythm, not alone,

Yeah, the light… it walk home.

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La lumière revient au cœur,

(The light returns to the heart.)

Les anges sourient dans la rue,

(The angels smile in the street.)

La musique est prière,

(The music is prayer.)

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(Trumpet solo — long, slow, ascending like dawn breaking over the levee.)

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The light walk home, brass in hand,

Through every beat that bless this land.

We don’t wait for heaven’s tone,

We play it till the light walk home.

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I seen heaven wear sneakers,

carry groceries,

sing off key,

hold babies.

I seen heaven tired — but smilin’.

And I swear, that’s how I know it’s real.

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We ain’t angels, we just flame,

Lit from all that overcame.

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The light walk home, no fear, no end,

Through every foe, through every friend.

From storm to song, from pain to tone,

We all the light — walkin’ home.

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(Batiste calls out softly, “One more time!” Choir echoes, rising into pure harmony.)

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(Drums swing into a gentle second-line beat; brass dances like sunlight.)

(Wayne whispers)

Yeah… we made it.

The light don’t fade — it flow.

Tell ‘em heaven ain’t gone nowhere.

It just moved in next door.

(Final trumpet note holds over piano. Choir hums faintly, like wind through oak trees.)

“Daddy, the sun back!”

(Soft chord resolves to major — the sound of home.)