DEVIRZHA - BINTANG DI SURGA (Peterpan Cover)

Hip Hop Eh Eneng Sayang

“The Way Back Home” is a soulful orchestral folk ballad — weary, searching, and beautifully hopeful. With warm baritone vocals over fingerstyle guitar, gentle piano, and subtle strings, it follows the journey of wandering far only to discover the faithful light still guiding you back. Muted trumpet melodies and layered harmonies rise into a triumphant final chorus before settling into peaceful resolution. A prayerful return — grace finding the sailor again.

Lyrics

Verse 1
The salt and wind have carved my face
Lost my way in this endless space
Chasing horizons, turning to grey
Forgot the words I used to pray
My hands are worn, my spirit thin
From the lonely storms I’ve wandered in
A hollow echo in my bones
Made my bed on cobblestones

Chorus
Oh, the harbor lights are burning still
A steady flame on that quiet hill
A patient fire to guide me through
Everything I thought I knew is washed anew
Leave the raging sea behind
For the peace you’ve longed to find

Verse 2
The maps I drew have turned to dust
A compass built on fading trust
I followed whispers on the gales
That only told me empty tales
Now the silence rings so loud
A single face in a faceless crowd
Looking for a landmark sign
A thread to pull, a sacred line

Chorus
Oh, the harbor lights are burning still
A steady flame on that quiet hill
A patient fire to guide me through
Everything I thought I knew is washed anew
Leave the raging sea behind
For the peace you’ve longed to find

Bridge
And every wave that broke my will
I thought I heard You whisper “still…”
“Still I wait, and still I am here”
“Cast away your doubt and fear”
“The heaviest mile is the one back home”
“You don’t have to walk it all alone…”

Chorus
Oh, the harbor lights are burning still
A steady flame on that quiet hill
A patient fire to guide me through
Everything I thought I knew is washed anew
Leave the raging sea behind
For the peace you were made to find

The Way Back Home

Lyrics:
In us something growls—no plea, just sign;
Dress shoes full of forest sand—ready on the line.
On paths where memory powders down to dust,
Too soon departed; breath turns slow and hushed.
Family, tradition—half-bowed in the rite;
I lift a little pebble—same longing, tight.
My polished soles scrape hard along time’s flint;
We cling to leaves that whisper in the…

Wind over us, wind on the face,
Wind—wind—our hearts grow soft and light.

(2x)
Wind over us, wind on the face;
Wind through this place—our hearts grow soft and light.
Wind over us, wind on the face;
Wind through this place—our hearts grow soft and light.

No grave—only ash that travels, lets go in the wind;
Learn to bear what will not fall—be patient, kind.
Small stones in my palm—mute language, broken band;
We honor without signs—the breathing no-man’s land.
Between the ribs a hollow bell is spanned;
It rings for all we carry like a handful of sand.

[Chorus] (2x)
Wind over us, wind on the face;
Wind through this place—our hearts grow soft and light.
Wind over us, wind on the face;
Wind through this place—our hearts grow soft and light.

She stands—a young widow—still in the square;
Her voice cuts through manners—pain’s the only prayer.
Relics I call pebbles—steam and moss for heat;
Too-early leaving cuts the hand; time ticks in linen sheet.

I weigh the stones—can weight restore his place?
I whisper, “Where’s his grave?”—too hurried a chase.
He sighs, “Only ash—no granite, no stone.”
Our shoulders drop; the silence walks alone.
“Ash,” he repeats—like air above the sea;
I nod, let go, and trace the edge more free.
Names rise like grains; what’s near fits in the hand—
Enough for those who stay to understand.

(2x)
Wind over us, wind on the face;
Wind through this place—our hearts grow soft and light.
Wind over us, wind on the face;
Wind through this place—our hearts grow soft and light.

DEVIRZHA - BINTANG DI SURGA (Peterpan Cover)

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