And since everything had finally been settled—the elephant in the room acknowledged, fed, emotionally validated, and gently escorted back into the wild—it was time to move on.
Because keeping an elephant as décor would be… questionable.
Morbid.
Illegal.
And we do not support animal cruelty in this house.
Wait—what were we talking about?
Who am I?
Why am I here?
Ah. Yes. The story. Not my impending identity crisis.
With all emotional landmines successfully defused, Foca decided it was the perfect moment to pivot back to work—the actual reason Bobby had been summoned like a doomed medieval peasant.
"Honestly," Foca said, leaning back with a very suspicious grin, "I was actually glad you two got together."
"Oh really?" Lili replied, narrowing her eyes. "Because I can smell your bullshit from miles away, little bread."
"No, no—dead serious," Foca said, raising his hands. "You two being all… disgustingly in love? Very productive. Bobby finished the song in one day."
He shot Bobby a knowing look.
"Now if that's not inspiration on love steroids, I don't know what is."
Lili whipped her head toward Bobby.
"WAIT."
Her eyes widened.
"You finished zhe song in one day?"
Bobby froze.
"Zhen why," she continued slowly, dangerously sweet, "did you keep meeting me for two weeks?"
"…Uh—"
"You told me you hadn't finished it yet," she added. "Zhat you needed to keep seeing me."
Foca hummed thoughtfully.
"Is that what you told her?" he asked, clearly enjoying this far too much. "Because from what I remember, you told me—"
"Sir. Sir!" Bobby cut in desperately, holding his hands up like he was about to be arrested. "Please—please don't finish that sentence."
His face had gone full ripe-tomato red.
Like, farmers market ready.
He swallowed hard.
"…I wanted to keep seeing you," Bobby admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "So I made up an excuse."
Silence.
Then—
"AWWWWW!" Lili squealed, immediately cuddling into him. "Mon dieu, you are adorable!"
She squeezed him tight, effectively trapping him in affection jail.
Bobby remained deeply embarrassed… but significantly happier.
"Anyway," Foca said, clearing his throat, "having the lyrics early gave me more time to refine everything. And honestly?"
He smiled.
"I'm really happy with the outcome."
Bobby straightened immediately.
"Would you like to hear it?" Foca asked.
"Yes!" Bobby nodded so hard he nearly got whiplash. "Absolutely, sir!"
Foca placed his phone on the table.
And then—
He pressed play.
The first piano note bloomed through the office, soft and warm, wrapping around the room like a quiet confession.
Instantly, the atmosphere shifted—intimate, tender, almost sacred.
Lili had already heard the song once. That had been enough to break her completely. But hearing it again now, with her emotions steadier, her heart calmer, she could truly listen. And instead of overwhelming excitement, what filled her chest this time was hope. Pure, gentle hope.
Bobby, on the other hand, was gone.
Gone gone.
He felt like he had been transported to a vast, still lake—glass-smooth, endless—where a lone piano sat impossibly atop the water. Foca was there, fingers moving with purpose and passion, singing with the same ache, the same tenderness Bobby had poured into the lyrics.
Every note carried intention.
Every word meant something.
It felt as though Foca had opened the door to his world and invited Bobby inside.
And Bobby recognized that feeling instantly—because that was exactly what he did when he sang.
By the time the final note faded, Bobby was crying again.
But this time, it wasn't from being overwhelmed.
It was gratitude—raw, heavy, uncontrollable.
Because Foca hadn't just produced his song.
He had brought it to life.
"T-thank you s-so much," Bobby choked out, wiping at his face and failing miserably. "Sir Foca… I—I don't even have the words. You made it alive. Thank you. Truly."
Lili gently rubbed his back, smiling softly, her own eyes glassy as she fought back tears.
"No, Bobby," Foca said sincerely, voice warm. "I should be thanking you. For trusting me with something so beautiful."
And in that moment, Foca felt completely validated in the decision he'd made long ago—not to cage Bobby's artistry, not to mold him into something safer, quieter, smaller.
This was why.
Emotions were still thick in the air when—
BANG.
The double doors flew open.
"Oh honey," a voice announced loudly, "your main bitch is home!"
It was unmistakably Luca.
"GUUUURL!" Tuesday stormed in right after him. "You are not gon believe the shit I just went through—Imma bout to spill some premium-grade tea—"
She abruptly slammed into Luca, who froze mid-step.
"Bitch, move!" Tuesday snapped, shoving Luca aside like an inconvenience.
And that's when she saw it.
Bobby—eyes red, face wet.
Lili—clearly seconds away from losing it laughing.
Foca—slowly shaking his head with the fondest, most entertained smile.
"Ohhh," Tuesday drawled. "So that's the vibe."
She lifted her hands.
"My bad for interrupting y'all's cry time. Imma see myself out and come back later—when y'all ready for tea. Both the herbal and the verbal kind."
She turned to leave, already dragging Luca by the arm—who was very unhappy about being evicted immediately after arrival.
"No, it's fine," Foca said calmly. "Come in."
Tuesday paused.
Smiled.
"Oh."
"Well in that case…"
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PS - You can listen to "Morning Dew/Rosée du matin" in full at YouTube (@FocacciaBread-Music), Spotify or other digital streaming platforms.
Spotify:
Bobby's Version: (https://open.spotify.com/album/4wZVyTgBpS89ppJ3LoZDph?si=CBgMDb8rSBmeW-qmiT513w)
Lili's Version: (https://open.spotify.com/album/4BJ8Z2GlE3lqKw7Hh8HdLj?si=hMDVCndpSJ63apUXa2pXQg)
Foca's early draft version: (https://open.spotify.com/album/6EmMs1rlXNTsdiu5M2RAiX?si=ofNKNBVlRnOg-awTTF4GBQ)
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Full English Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
Deadlines due,
Alarm on snooze,
Eyes half-open, chasing sleep,
Dreams feel far but I still keep.
Tired just to even rest,
Running low, patience put to the test,
But somewhere in the quiet blue,
I feel the pull of something new.
[Pre-chorus]
Coffee brewing, birds chirping,
Wake up—yeah, my heart's still burning.
Through the haze, I feel it too,
That fragile hope called morning dew.
[Chorus]
As the world continues to spin,
A brand-new morning begins.
I will stand strong,
And keep moving on.
The dawn's breaking,
And the sun's rising,
A taste of new beginnings—
So sweet, like morning dew.
[Verse 2]
Storms come and go,
I rest my soul as I grow.
Cracks in the ground, but still I bloom,
Petals kissed by the early moon.
Every scar taught me what's true,
I survived hits I never knew I could do.
Now I breathe in something new,
Giving thanks where it's due.
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Finding peace in the quiet roar,
As summer rain hits the floor.
Wrapped in a blanket, safe and warm,
Watching light after the storm.
[Chorus]
As the world continues to spin,
A new morning begins.
I will stand strong,
And keep moving on.
The dawn's breaking,
And the sun's rising,
A taste of new beginnings—
So sweet, like morning dew.
[Bridge]
If yesterday tried to break my spine,
Today I rise—yeah, I'm still mine.
Even trembling, even bruised,
I choose the light, I choose to move.
Let the past fade out of view,
I'm stepping forward—clean and true.
No more waiting for the cue,
This is my morning dew.
[Final Chorus]
As the world continues to spin,
I swear this morning—I begin.
I will stand strong,
And keep moving on.
The dawn's breaking,
The sun's rising,
I taste tomorrow forming too—
Alive… renewed…
Like morning dew.
[Outro]
Soft light falls, a brand-new view,
I smile—yeah, I made it through.
Hello world… hello you.
Hello, sweet morning dew.
Yeah~
Morning Dew!
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Full French Lyrics:
[Couplet 1]
Délais serrés,
Alarme en mode répétition,
Les yeux à peine ouverts, je cherche le sommeil,
Les rêves s'éloignent, mais je veille.
Fatigué même de me reposer,
La patience mise à l'épreuve, usée,
Mais quelque part dans ce calme bleu,
Je sens l'appel de quelque chose de nouveau.
[Pré-Refrain]
Le café coule, les oiseaux chantent,
Je me réveille—oui, mon cœur brûle encore.
À travers le brouillard, je le sens déjà,
Cet espoir fragile : la rosée du matin.
[Refrain]
Pendant que le monde continue de tourner,
Un nouveau matin vient de commencer.
Je resterai fort,
Et j'avancerai encore.
L'aube se lève,
Et le soleil s'élève,
Un goût de nouveaux commencements,
Si doux, comme la rosée du matin.
[Instrumental pause]
[Couplet 2]
Les tempêtes vont et viennent,
Je repose mon âme pendant que je deviens.
Fissures dans la terre, mais je fleurirai,
Pétales embrassés par la lune levée.
Chaque cicatrice m'a appris la vérité,
J'ai survécu à ce que je n'aurais jamais cru porter.
Maintenant je respire quelque chose de nouveau,
Rendant grâce là où c'est dû.
[Pré-Refrain 2]
Je trouve la paix dans le calme vibrant,
Quand la pluie d'été tombe doucement.
Enveloppé dans une couverture, bien au chaud,
Je regarde la lumière après les maux.
[Refrain]
Pendant que le monde continue de tourner,
Un nouveau matin vient de commencer.
Je resterai fort,
Et j'avancerai encore.
L'aube se lève,
Et le soleil s'élève,
Un goût de nouveaux commencements,
Si doux, comme la rosée du matin.
[Pont]
Si hier a voulu me briser le dos,
Aujourd'hui je me lève—oui, je suis encore moi.
Même tremblant, même meurtri,
Je choisis la lumière, je choisis la vie.
Que le passé s'efface de ma vue,
J'avance—clair et résolu.
Plus d'attente pour un signal,
Voici ma rosée du matin.
[Dernier Refrain]
Pendant que le monde continue de tourner,
Je le jure—ce matin, je renais.
Je resterai fort,
Et j'avancerai encore.
L'aube se lève,
Le soleil s'élève,
Je goûte demain qui se forme aussi—
Vivant… renouvelé…
Comme la rosée du matin.
[Outro]
Une lumière douce, un tout nouveau regard,
Je souris—oui, j'ai traversé le noir.
Bonjour le monde… bonjour à toi.
Bonjour, douce rosée du matin.
Yeah!~
Rosée du matin!