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,
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.