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
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