Resin Gallery

[Verse 1]
Asmaa lays blue resin in a wooden frame
A silver spoon, a shell, a borrowed name
Tiny bubbles rise like secrets in the heat
She tilts the table till the surface turns complete

[Pre-Chorus]
On the back wall, dust settles soft and slow
She signs the edge where only careful hands will know

[Chorus]
Welcome to the resin gallery
Where every little thing gets one more chance to stay
A dried leaf, a brass key, a faded memory
Held in clear color, saved from yesterday
Asmaa, leave the door ajar for me
I want to see what your patient hands can say

[Verse 2]
There’s a green eye bead beneath a sheet of gold
A pressed white flower keeping summer from the cold
The tables smell of cedar, citrus, rain
And every piece has light trapped in its grain

[Pre-Chorus]
You point out cracks that make the colors bend
I learn the finest work need not pretend

[Chorus]
Welcome to the resin gallery
Where every little thing gets one more chance to stay
A dried leaf, a brass key, a faded memory
Held in clear color, saved from yesterday
Asmaa, leave the door ajar for me
I want to see what your patient hands can say

[Bridge]
If I bring a postcard torn along the seam
Will you cast it in a river-colored dream?
Not to make it new, just give the edges room
To catch the afternoon inside the gloom

[Final Chorus]
Welcome to the resin gallery
Where every little thing gets one more chance to stay
A dried leaf, a brass key, a faded memory
Held in clear color, saved from yesterday
Asmaa, leave the door ajar for me
Your quiet work keeps ordinary beauty awake

[Outro]
The lights go out, the little colors gleam
Wooden frames asleep inside the room