Morning drifts through open windows Dust turns slowly into gold I don't need a map to find me Only somewhere I can go Every breath becomes a rhythm Every step a gentle rhyme The world's in such a hurry I'm in no rush to catch the time So I let the breeze decide Where the next note wants to fly We're just strings and volumes Floating through the air A melody with nowhere to be Finding home everywhere The wind hums every harmony The sky keeps perfect time If freedom has a heartbeat It sounds a little like mine Clouds don't ask which way they're going Rivers never fear the sea Maybe I could learn their language Maybe they could carry me Every leaf becomes a dancer Every bird forgets the ground I close my eyes and somehow The silence starts to sing out loud No destination calling No finish line to chase Just an old guitar beside me And the sunlight on my face If I lose myself completely Don't come looking in the crowd You'll find me where the wind is Wrapped inside a softer sound We're just strings and volumes Echoes warm and light Holding onto nothing Yet everything feels right I'll scatter little songs Like dandelions in the breeze Never asking where they land Just grateful that they're free So let the morning keep me Let the evening set me down I'll follow where the music goes Without a single sound Just strings Just volumes Just the wind And me
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