The Art of Being

The Art of Being
[Verse 1]
On the balcony, I sit and dream,
Of all the names they’ve given this scene —
Balcony, terrace, porch, veranda,
So many words, I can’t remember.
But where I’m from, there’s only one —
“Rabiang,” simple, warm as the sun.
Upstairs, downstairs, front or back,
It’s where all life finds its track.

[Chorus]
Every word holds joy and tears,
The breeze of love through all these years.
It’s where I smoked, where I sighed,
Where laughter and sunsets collide.
As a child I played, as a man I stayed,
By the sea, where memories are made.
My balcony, oh my sweet retreat,
Where life and love forever meet.

[Verse 2]
I met you there one morning bright,
Shared breakfast, eyes in gentle light.
From that balcony to our room beside,
Love whispered soft, the world outside.
We met your parents, hand in hand,
Our vows began upon that sand.
Then children ran, their laughter free,
On the balcony that sheltered me.
Now I sit alone, just me and the sea —
Thinking of our home in old Hua Hin.

[Outro – Soft Sax Solo + Whispered Line]
The sea still breathes, the breeze still sings…
on the balcony of my life.
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