Bipin's Empty Chair

melodic,country,andsoftmalevocalstoconveyheartbreakandresilience,mournfulfiddle,acoustic;gentlefingerpickedguitar

[Verse 1]
The sun rose slow on a quiet day,
A boy named Bipin went out to play.
The fields were gold, the air was sweet,
But shadows fell where hope should meet.

[Prechorus]
He had dreams in his eyes,
A future so wide,
But the world had plans to steal that pride.

[Chorus]
Bipin’s empty chair, it still sits there,
By the window where the light falls fair.
His mother prays, his sister stares,
And the country mourns what’s no longer there.

[Verse 2]
His sister made a kite from an old blue sheet,
He used to run with her down the dusty street.
Now the wind blows cold where his laughter rang,
A silence heavy, where joy once sang.

[Prechorus]
They keep his shoes by the door,
Hoping he’ll return once more,
But the echoes know he’ll come no more.

[Chorus]
Bipin’s empty chair, it still sits there,
By the window where the light falls fair.
His mother prays, his sister stares,
And the country mourns what’s no longer there.