(Intro: A heavy, distorted blues-rock riff kicks in—slow, dragging, and thick like mud. A Hammond B3 organ swells in the background with a soulful, gospel-like urgency. The drums hit with a thunderous, deliberate "thud-crack.")
(Verse 1)
To my brother from a different blood, a kinship forged in fire,
I see you navigating the tempest, the wreckage, and the mire.
The storm you’re facing now? It’s a visceral, hellish thrash,
A turbulence of the spirit where the waves of darkness crash.
That fire in your veins, it’s a heavy, leaden weight,
Trying to anchor your spirit to a cold and bitter fate.
It won’t let the wind catch your sails, it wants to keep you bound,
Buried in the hollow where the grace is never found.
(Chorus - Explosive Hard Rock with Soulful Harmonies)
COME HOME, WYNDHAM ROADS!
Through the thunder and the cold!
COME HOME, WYNDHAM ROADS!
Let the story of your strength be told!
Break the chains of the current, rise above the deep,
You’ve got a legacy to honor and a promise left to keep!
(Verse 2)
As the sea begins its ascent and the ocean starts to roar,
The horizon’s getting violent, but I’ve seen you win before.
You rock starboard, then you rock port side—a rhythmic, steady grace,
Defying the momentum of this godforsaken place.
Then you soar, unstoppable, a titan on the crest,
Putting every demon and every doubt to a final, brutal test.
You’ll never go overboard, the stars won’t let you slide,
Even when the abyss opens up its mouth so wide.
(Bridge - Gritty Blues Solo into a heavy Hip-Hop breakbeat)
Yeah, they’re watching from the shadows, eyes green with the bile,
The envious, the hollow, begging for your trial.
They want to see you walk the plank, they want to watch you drown,
Just to feel a little taller while they’re trying to tear you down.
But your foundation is celestial, your blueprint is divine,
They can’t extinguish a sun that was destined to shine.
(Verse 3)
So hold the helm with iron fists, let the salt spray sting your eyes,
There’s a continent of peace waiting underneath the skies.
The turbulence is temporary, but the brotherhood is vast,
We’re the ones who stay standing when the hurricane has passed.
Wyndham, the road is calling, and the porch light’s burning bright,
Wrestle back your destiny from the middle of the night.
(Outro - Big, anthemic Rock chords with a soaring Soul vocal)
Soar high... never overboard.
Through the thrashing... through the roar.
We’re waiting at the shoreline.
Wyndham Roads... come home.
(The guitar wails one last bluesy, screaming note that fades into the sound of crashing waves)
