Letter To Awunli (Remix)

TITLE: LETTER To AWUNLI

(Spoken Intro – cinematic, distant reverb)

Dear Awunli...

I don't know if you'll ever hear this...

But every scar got a story...

And every story got a ghost...

This is ours...

HOOK

Awunli...

When rain dey fall, na your name I dey call

Empty room, cold nights, I dey face the wall

I gave my soul when I had nothing at all

Now na memories dey answer when I call

Awunli...

Tell me where the love go?

Tell me why the light low?

Tell me why I still dey carry all this pain for my shadow?

God know say I tried though...

VERSE 1

Second year for campus

First night, first spark

Two broken hearts

Trying find light inside dark

Nobody knew the war

Wey I carry for chest

Smile for my face

But depression no dey rest

Mama dey borrow money

Just to keep me for school

Private institution

But poverty make me a fool

Many nights no food

Many mornings no hope

Started smoking my pain

Started living on dope

Awunli came around

Like an angel in disguise

Lent me money for exams

When tears hide for my eyes

So I called am love

Maybe love na wetin I need

Cause when everybody disappear

Na she stay for me indeed

PRE-HOOK

But demons no dey knock

Dem enter through the wound

And every drug I take

Only bury me underground

Still I dey fight

Still I dey run

Still I dey pray

But darkness dey come

HOOK

Awunli...

When rain dey fall, na your name I dey call

Empty room, cold nights, I dey face the wall

I gave my soul when I had nothing at all

Now na memories dey answer when I call

Awunli...

Tell me where the love go?

Tell me why the light low?

Tell me why I still dey carry all this pain for my shadow?

God know say I tried though...

VERSE 2

Police lights flashing

Handcuffs on my wrist

Drug war for campus

Almost disappeared like mist

You stayed through the storm

When the whole world turn away

So I hustle every night

Just to see another day

You dropped out of school

I swore we go rise again

So I carried both our dreams

Through the sunshine and rain

A prophet once told me

"Son, she no belong to you"

But I laughed at destiny

Cause my love felt too true

Made my first big money

Thought the struggle don end

But blessings and betrayal

Sometimes wear the same skin

BRIDGE (Choir enters)

Oh God...

Why the people we love

Become strangers?

Why the hands that we hold

Become dangers?

I was searching for heaven

Inside another soul

Till I lost myself

Trying make somebody whole

VERSE 3

Then the matter start

Money enter family side

Trusted blood with business

But my own money died

Thirty percent agreement

Everything clear and plain

But when trouble show face

Silence answered my pain

I looked into your eyes

Expected you to stand

But the woman I was fighting for

Never reached for my hand

Then you walked away

Left my spirit in the cold

And the boy that loved too hard

Became a wandering soul

Now I talk to God alone

Inside rooms full of smoke

Trying gather all the pieces

Of a heart that finally broke

FINAL HOOK (Bigger, choir)

Awunli...

I forgive but I won't forget

Some scars never heal yet

Every tear become a testimony

Every loss become a lesson

Awunli...

You were part of the story

Not the end of the glory

God carried me through the valley

Now I'm walking toward my destiny

OUTRO

(Church bell + distant choir)

Some people come as blessings...

Some come as lessons...

And some become songs...

Awunli...

This is not a goodbye...

This is a testimony...

Use the lyrics at top and the production direction to create my song

Production Direction (Grammy-Level Afro Cinematic)

Intro

Rain ambience

Church bell

Deep sub-bass swell

Whisper choir

Verse

Dark piano

Sparse kick

Soft talking drum textures

Atmospheric synth pads

Hook

Emotional female vocal harmonies

Choir chanting "Awunli..."

Bigger drums

Afro-percussion groove

Bridge

Full choir

Strings section

Reverb-heavy vocals

Final Hook

Cinematic orchestra

African choir

808 bass

Layered harmonies

Tempo: 92–98 BPM

Mood: Dark, emotional, spiritual, victorious but wounded.

Think live choir pads, talking drums, deep bass, haunting piano, distant church bells, emotional African vocal chants,

Yemisi Komolafe..