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Morning light on marble floors
Maps folded deep inside my bag
Echoes of a thousand years
As footsteps dance where painters stood
A smile from a stranger passing by
Coffee steam in the winter air
I don’t rush, I don’t mind the time
Every room is a quiet prayer
Frames of gold, stories untold
I breathe it in, let the moment stay
With a backpack on my shoulder
I’m wandering through history
Every hallway pulls me closer
To who I’m meant to be
In the silence of the museum
I hear my heart softly play
Paris hums in jazz and blue
As I lose myself today
A broken statue, perfect still
Eyes that’ve seen a thousand dawns
I trace the cracks, the human feel
Beauty living in what’s gone
Postcards tucked between my notes
Tickets from another stop
I don’t need to own these things
Just to feel my spirit drop
Painted dreams and city gold
I let them color me
With a backpack on my shoulder
I’m wandering through history
Every hallway pulls me closer
To who I’m meant to be
In the silence of the museum
I hear my heart softly play
Paris hums in jazz and blue
As I lose myself today
If I leave, I’ll take this sound
Soft footsteps, a minor key
Not the art upon the walls
But what it carved inside of me
With a backpack on my shoulder
Still wandering endlessly
In this city full of echoes
I finally walk with me
When I step back to the street
I’m lighter than before
Paris stays inside my chest
Like a song I can’t ignore
