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Between two quiet cities
I carry all my little missing
Not as weight, but as a map
Of where my heart learned to unwrap
The highway lights are dotted lines
Connecting all my former times
I don’t regret, I don’t erase
I simply change my walking pace
Between two quiet cities
I’m choosing what my future is
A softer yes, a calmer no
A kinder place for love to grow
The sky is wide, the radio low
A steady beat beneath the road
I feel the ache, then feel it pass
Like shadows on the moving grass
If I arrive with empty hands
That doesn’t mean I’m not intact
It means I left the noise behind
And kept the parts that made me kind
