A whisper rides upon the breeze,
Soft echoes stitched in sky and stone,
A place that feels like more than home.
No matter how far roads may bend,
Or how the maps and seasons end,
The heart remembers, clear and true—
Where pieces of the soul once grew.
A whisper rides upon the breeze,
Soft echoes stitched in sky and stone,
A place that feels like more than home.
No matter how far roads may bend,
Or how the maps and seasons end,
The heart remembers, clear and true—
Where pieces of the soul once grew.
There’s a hollow where I used to stand,
filled with echoes of a distant land.
My soul stitched to skies I cannot touch,
a longing weight, a quiet hush.
I am here, but not complete—
my heart still beats where my feet can’t meet.
There’s a hollow where I used to stand,
filled with echoes of a distant land.
My soul stitched to skies I cannot touch,
a longing weight, a quiet hush.
I am here, but not complete—
my heart still beats where my feet can’t meet.
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