In a town that whispers secrets,
shadows paint the walls,
I walk these empty streets alone,
where silence softly calls.
With my head held high,
but my heart tucked away,
The echoes of yesterday
keep haunting me today.
I wear independence like a threadbare coat,
Each stitch tells a story,
each tear feels like a boat,
The sun sets low, behind the trees I've known,
Casting haunting memories in hues of amber and stone.
I count the stars as they flicker to the beat,
Each one a whisper of love, now just bittersweet.
I learn to dance with shadows, let them pull me close,
In the quiet solitude, I find what matters most,
But the weight of my decisions hangs heavy in the night,
A ghost of who I could’ve been, just out of reach, out of sight.
So I chase the dawn with my fragile, open heart,
Yet the more I seek the sun, the more I drift apart.
In the echo of my laughter, there's a tremble, there's a sigh,
For the freedom that I long for also makes me want to cry.
I'll raise a glass to freedom, to the choices that I've made,
But behind this brave facade, a part of me will fade.
In every step I take alone, there's a wish for company,
For in this independence, I'm still longing to be free.
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