HERITAGE

Carlos Chapman song / lyrics :

A pocket of dawn. A longer road. I keep old voices in my sleeve, not as rules—more like a breeze. Salt on lips, warm bread on palms, harbor bells and kitchen songs. A bus goes by, the window shakes, I feel the years inside the brakes. What stayed kind, what stayed true, moves with me in what I do.

I take the weight, I keep it warm, I turn it into steady form. I carry heritage like light Old songs become my walking road Warm hands remember what is true I pass it on, soft and brave still

My city changes every week, new glass, old rain on concrete. I watch a gardener at first light tie up vines and get it right. A tired nurse steps off the train, still gentle in the heavy rain. I learn from that, I learn from this— the quiet craft of tenderness.

Not perfect, never made of stone, just something real I walk back home. I carry heritage like light Old songs become my walking road Warm hands remember what is true I pass it on, soft and brave still Soft and brave… still.