Three generations removed from red clay roads But I dream in a dialect I never learned There's an ache that lives between my ribs For a place I've only seen in shades of gray Something's calling me home To a home I've never known They say you can't go back But what if you never really left? I'm tracing bloodlines on a weathered map Following whispers through the family tree The earth remembers what we forget And I need to feel that memory Passport stamped with questions I can't answer "Purpose of visit?" - to find myself In the curve of hills that shaped my grandmother's dreams In the rhythm of rain my great-grandfather knew What does belonging sound like? Does it sound like coming home? They say you can't go back But what if you never really left? I'm tracing bloodlines on a weathered map Following whispers through the family tree The earth remembers what we forget And I need to feel that memory Will I be a stranger in familiar skin? Will the wind know my name? Or am I chasing ghosts of DNA Playing an ancestral game? I'm tracing bloodlines on a weathered map Following whispers through the family tree The earth remembers what we forget And I need to feel that memory I need to feel that memory The soil remembers Even when we forget The soil remembers Even when we forget
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