Verse 1
I left a little piece of me on every dusty mile,
A laugh in old verandas, a tear on wooden tiles.
The world kept turning softly while I wandered slow,
Trying to learn the language only broken hearts can know.
Pre–Chorus
But the wind kept calling,
Like it knew my name,
Telling me some journeys
Aren’t meant to end the same.
Chorus
So I sing my truth out loud like a worn guitar,
Letting every cracked note show exactly who we are.
Home is not a place, it’s the stories that we keep,
And the memories that whisper to us when we can’t sleep.
Verse 2
I’ve seen fireflies guide strangers through the darkest nights,
Seen mistakes turn into teachers with their quiet lights.
Every road I ever took, every step I feared,
Brought me closer to the person in the mirror standing here.
Pre–Chorus
And the sky keeps listening,
Every night I roam,
Teaching me that sometimes
The journey is the home.
Chorus
So I sing my truth out loud like a worn guitar,
Letting every cracked note show exactly who we are.
Home is not a place, it’s the stories that we keep,
And the memories that whisper to us when we can’t sleep.
Bridge
Maybe we’re all wanderers searching for our song,
Trying to find the place where all the lost pieces belong.
Final Chorus
So let the world hear softly the truth I’ve come to know:
Every ending is a seed, every heartbreak helps us grow.
I’ll keep singing gently, wherever I may roam —
For the journey is my anchor,
And the melody my home.
