[Verse 1 — Heavy Hearted] Creak of a suitcase down the hall, passport edges worn and thin, Photos taped above the lamp — three small smiles that pull me in. Stamped papers on the table, a rubber stamp that won’t let go, Officials whisper timetables, but the calendar moves slow. I say the word “Ireland” like a promise I can taste, A plane ticket folded in my drawer, my mornings laced with waste. They pushed my name through faceless lines and called me back again, They said I’m stuck till twenty twenty-seven — stuck between the when. [Pre-Chorus ] Mountains of pending forms, the drum of legal nights, But the warmth of their small voices keeps me fighting through the fights. [Chorus — Emotional Hook] Waiting for Ireland’s dawn — stuck till twenty twenty-seven, Counting lonely midnights till I stand where I belong. Waiting for Ireland’s dawn — my heart holds tight the tether, Counting every promise until I’m home with my wife and our three kids. [Verse 2 — Tender Memories] Her braid in morning light, the kettle left half full and gone, Three drawings on the fridge — one says "Dady" and all day long I trace a crooked letter where a little hand got brave, A voicemail saved on slow rewind: "When’s daddy coming?" — a child’s small wave. Their laughter is a ghost that tucks itself beneath my coat, An untied shoelace by the door, a secret note she wrote. I hum our old tune into the line; she hums the same back through the phone, We fold our faces into pixels, build a life out of the known. [Pre-Chorus ] Stamped papers keep the tempo, a cold metallic beat, But hope is softer in the margins — where their names and mine still meet. [Chorus — Tightened Hook] Waiting for Ireland’s dawn — stuck till twenty twenty-seven, Counting lonely midnights till I hold them close again. Waiting for Ireland’s dawn — the miles like heavy weather, Counting every heartbeat till I’m home with my wife and our three kids. [Bridge — Fracture and Resolve] She calls and says, "Delayed again," and silence swells and strains, I rip the edges of the forms, toss stamped papers in the rain. I scream at courthouses and keywords, at a system without face, Then fold my anger into plans — I’ll build us back a place. A single envelope arrives with one small word: "pending," Not a victory, just air — but it means our story’s bending. [Verse 3 — Resolute] I sharpen patience like a blade and mark the walls with dates, A calendar with boxes circled, future plans in tight-lipped crates. I paste a photograph beneath the lamp and whisper out a vow: I’ll cross the sea, I’ll cross these forms — I don’t know how, but how. I write the word "Ireland" on envelopes and pray the ink holds true, Stack my life like stepping stones from where I am to you. I promise them a morning where three small voices greet the dawn, Until that day I’ll build and wait, keep every thread of hope drawn. [Chorus — Stronger] Waiting for Ireland’s dawn — stuck till twenty twenty-seven, Counting lonely midnights till I stand