Verse 1
I’ve been walking dusty roads with a quiet heart,
Carrying the echoes of places torn apart.
There’s a map inside my pocket, but it’s never right,
So I follow every sunrise just to learn from every night.
Pre-Chorus
And the wind knows my secrets, the rain knows my name,
Every mile I keep moving, but the truth feels the same.
Chorus
Oh, I’m learning how to hold my pain like an old guitar,
Letting every broken string sing who we truly are.
Home ain’t just a place, it’s the story that we find —
In the footsteps of the past that we leave behind.
Verse 2
I’ve seen strangers turn to friends over firelight,
Heard the world fall into silence under starry nights.
Sometimes hope is just a whisper carried in the breeze,
And sometimes love is something you remember when you breathe.
Pre-Chorus
And the road keeps on teaching what no book ever taught,
That the heart is a compass for the battles we’ve fought.
Chorus
Oh, I’m learning how to hold my pain like an old guitar,
Letting every broken string sing who we truly are.
Home ain’t just a place, it’s the story that we find —
In the footsteps of the past that we leave behind.
Bridge
Maybe healing is a journey with no end in sight,
Just a lantern in the dark giving us a little light.
Final Chorus
So I’ll sing my truth softly, let the world decide,
If a wanderer’s heart can be something to guide.
And if tomorrow finds me somewhere new to start,
I’ll carve another song from the pieces of my heart.