Ithaca’s Golden Thread：伊萨卡的金线

They said the war was ended

But my war had just begun

A thousand days of salt and silence

Under a foreign sun

I lost my brothers to the deep

A voice inside the storm

A thread of gold that kept me whole

When I forgot my form

Every tide that dragged me under

Only taught me how to breathe

I have worn a thousand faces

Just to carry all this grief

Ithaca calls me in my sleep

A shore that will not wash away

Ithaca, I’m coming home tonight

Ithaca, through the darkest hour of light

Every scar, every tear I survived

I’m coming home, Ithaca

Oh-oh, Ithaca

To the fire in your eyes

I’m coming home

She weaves the dawn and mourns the dusk

Unraveling every thread of hope

Our son has grown with a storm inside

While they circle her like smoke

I’ll wear the rags of a broken king

A beggar at my own gate

The bow remembers my father’s hand

And vengeance has learned to wait

The string is drawn with twenty years

Of longing sharp and deep

Every arrow knows its home

Awakening from sleep

Ithaca shines inside the dust

Where only the faithful weep

Ithaca, I’m coming home tonight

Ithaca, through the silence and the fight

Every scar, every tear I survived

I’m coming home, Ithaca

To the fire in your eyes

I’m home, I’m home