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They stitched tomorrow into yesterday's pain
Wove golden threads through my hurricane
Threading needles made of hope through fabric torn apart
Time weavers working magic, mending up my heart
Grandpa Isaac with his weathered hands so wise
Taught me patience as I watched him synchronize
Past and future in the stories that he'd tell
Said "Boy, your timeline's written, you just gotta weave it well"
Librarian Ms. Foster, she could see through different eras
Showed me books that healed my soul, dissolved my fears and terrors
Said "These pages hold the patterns of a thousand different lives
Your story's just beginning, watch how destiny arrives"
Time weavers spinning gold from all my broken dreams
Nothing's ever what it was, nothing's quite what it seems
They're threading love through every moment that I thought was lost
Time weavers count the value, never mind the cost
Walking through dimensions of my memory and hope
Every person was a thread helping me to cope
With the pattern I couldn't see when I was in the maze
Now I understand their weaving through my darkest days
Childhood friend Maria, she would loop back through my timeline
Call me up when I was down, said "Your future's gonna shine"
Had this way of seeing past the present moment's stress
Wove encouragement into my temporal distress
Old man at the bus stop, never knew his name
But every Tuesday morning, he would play the same refrain
"Young king, your crown is coming, just not in this hour
Trust the cosmic seamstress weaving up your power"
Time weavers spinning gold from all my broken dreams
Nothing's ever what it was, nothing's quite what it seems
They're threading love through every moment that I thought was lost
Time weavers count the value, never mind the cost
Tapestry of destiny hanging on the wall
Every thread they placed for me, I can see them all
Past and present intertwining with my future bright
Time weavers worked in shadows, brought me to the light
In the quantum of my journey, they adjusted every seam
Made reality much better than my wildest dream
Chrononauts of compassion traveling through my years
Weaving love through all my laughter, sewing up my tears
Now I'm standing in tomorrow looking back at yesterday
See the masterpiece they crafted in their subtle way
Every setback was a setup for a greater design
Time weavers knew my destiny before it became mine
Social worker Mrs. Johnson, she could see my thread
Leading to this moment when I'd raise my weary head
Said "This pain you're feeling now is temporary, son
Your tapestry's not finished, you're the chosen one"
To the janitor who cleaned the school where I first rapped
Saw potential in the future, in the timeline mapped
Said "Kid, I've seen your type before, you're gonna make it far
Just keep weaving your own story, you're a superstar"
Every interaction was a stitch in time and space
Threading purpose through my journey, putting me in place
For this moment, for this blessing, for this crown I wear
Time weavers knew I'd make it, they were always there
Time weavers spinning gold from all my broken dreams
Nothing's ever what it was, nothing's quite what it seems
They're threading love through every moment that I thought was lost
Time weavers count the value, never mind the cost
Threads of time... interwoven
Words of love... softly spoken
Through the years... they were weaving
Never once... ever leaving
My timeline... in their hands
Following... divine plans
Time weavers... forever grateful
For making my story... so fateful