[verse] The car was packed, a faithful friend, Carrying her, and all she needed, Away from the city's noise, Towards a secluded patch of green. [chorus | Layered voices in harmony] Three days. Just her. No people, no screens. No hectic workplace culture. Just the sounds of the woods, The nice pleasant breeze And the evening crackle of a fire. [verse] The first night, a little lonely. The shadows danced, looming larger than usual. She talked to the stars, whispered secrets she’d held tight. [verse] Day two, the sun felt warm on her skin. She walked for hours, in no hurry The path winding, just like her thoughts. It was so different from the office [chorus] Three days. Just her. No people, no screens. No hectic workplace culture. Just the sounds of the woods, The nice pleasant breeze And the evening crackle of a fire. [verse] She noticed lots of small and wonderful things: Like a ladybug on a blade of grass, The spiral nature of a pinecone. A million smells that aren't familiar (but nice!) [verse] She remembered dreams she’d packed away, Stories she'd forgotten to tell. The busyness of life had buried them, Under to-do lists and expectations. [chorus] Three days. Just her. No people, no screens. No hectic workplace culture. Just the sounds of the woods, The nice pleasant breeze And the evening crackle of a fire. [verse] On the third morning, waking with the birds, A lightness bloomed in her chest. She saw the path ahead, not as a finish line, But as a continuation. And she could choose her own direction. [verse] Time to get back, the silence was no longer empty. It was full of what she’d found. Her own voice, clear and steady. A quiet strength, a knowing smile. [verse] Now the car is re-loaded, Gonna carry her back, But this time, things are different. She felt a lot more like herself. [chorus] Three days. Just her. No people, no screens. No hectic workplace culture. Just the sounds of the woods, The nice pleasant breeze And the evening crackle of a fire.
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