Different Roads Became One

Alt rock/ Acoustic Spanish guitar/ Drum and Bass

Verse 1
We thought the first hello was where our story had begun,
But years had carved our names in every morning sun
I crossed a thousand borders and learned to fall and rise,
You learned to keep your word with honesty and pride.

I changed the cities and addresses and slept beneath the silent skies,
You took a chance on living when the safer choice was lies.
I lost a few good people, suffered more than you could say,
Then picked yourself up quietly and carried on your way.

Verse 2
I learned that keeping honour doesn't keep betrayal away,
That people you would die for sometimes leave without a word to say.
You kept a little piece of truth when everything went wrong,
I kept rebuilding broken things because I had to carry on.

And neither one was looking for a face they hadn't known,
We were busy with our separate wars, surviving on our own.
Two unfinished histories, two routes without a sign,
Two strangers moving forward on a road created by time.

Chorus
Then came a simple "Hello", and nothing looked the same,
A little word, a little spark, two strangers with no name.
Then "I love you", almost whispered, like admitting to a crime,
And suddenly the years behind us started making sense in time.

A laugh across the telephone, a smile inside a frame,
A quiet "I'm sorry, but it's true", with neither one to blame.
And after all those miles, all the damage we survived,
You said "I agree" — and all the separate roads aligned.

Verse 3
Maybe we weren't starting there; maybe we'd arrived,
After every wrong direction that had kept us both alive.
Every country, every city and every sleepless night,
Every friend who disappeared, every pointless fight.

Every time I hit the bottom and decided not to stay,
Every time you chose your word and paid for what you'd say,
Wasn't leading to a moment we could recognize by sight —
It was rebuilding us, one small piece at a time.

Bridge
So don't call it coincidence.
And don't call it fate.
Those words are much too easy
for the distance we both made.

You had your road.
And I also had mine
Neither one was kind.
We met at the point
we'd both been walking to
all our lives.

Final Chorus
A simple "Hello" after years we couldn't see,
A frightened "I love you" becoming something we could be.
A photograph, a telephone, a sentence said too late,
A quiet "I'm sorry" turning distance into faith.

And when you finally told me, "Yes, I agree,"
I understood the strange design of what we couldn't see:
We thought that day was where our story had begun.
But it was only where
two separate roads
became one.