Siete Años (Seven Years) Verse 1 [Moderate tempo, Latin pop beat with acoustic guitar intro] Siete años, a whisper, a roar, fading to silence A pattern of disappearing and returning, like the tide Florida called him away once, a six-month echo But he's been close since, orbiting my heart, yet so far away Verse 2 [Tempo picks up, adds congas and layered vocals] Two months, no touch, no taste of something real Walls rise, built of fear and unanswered prayers He was the checklist, brave, strong, a father's heart Rooted in faith, a spirit on fire, not the ghost I'd found Pre-Chorus [Building intensity with strings and vocal ad-libs] But he becomes one anyway, whenever distance or silence falls People say, "Move on," but how do you erase siete años? Chorus [Upbeat tempo, powerful vocals with a driving beat, horns] The echoes of intimacy, the tears that tasted of something real My mind, a battlefield, logic clashes with longing Self-doubt whispers I deserve these crumbs, but faith insists I am worthy of a feast, maybe it's not about him anymore Verse 3 [Slight tempo decrease, more intimate with acoustic guitar] Maybe it's about the woman I'm becoming, a teacher, a mother A spirit refusing to settle for a love that comes and goes Like the tide, a love that lingers just beyond reach I release the need for resolution, let it float on divine will Pre-Chorus [Building intensity with strings and vocal ad-libs] He was the checklist, brave, strong, a father's heart But he becomes one anyway, whenever distance or silence falls Chorus [Upbeat tempo, powerful vocals with a driving beat, horns] The echoes of intimacy, the tears that tasted of something real My mind, a battlefield, logic clashes with longing Self-doubt whispers I deserve these crumbs, but faith insists I am worthy of a feast, maybe it's not about him anymore Bridge [Tempo slows, reflective with piano and strings] My purpose anchors me, even as the ghosts of what might have been Still swirl around me, I am learning, I am growing, I am strong Chorus [Upbeat tempo, powerful vocals with a driving beat, horns] The echoes of intimacy, the tears that tasted of something real My mind, a battlefield, logic clashes with longing Self-doubt whispers I deserve these crumbs, but faith insists I am worthy of a feast, maybe it's not about him anymore Outro [Fade out with a mix of Spanish and English ad-libs, layered vocals] Siete años, a whisper, a roar, a silence, the tide keeps turning But I am anchored, I am growing, I am strong, I am moving on