walking along that gravel path
all the memories flooding back
but she throws them out, she burns them down to the ground

hum along to the song she knew
ribbon in her hair like it’s brand new
but it’s old and it’s worn and she’s trying it all again

it’s nice to back where the wind won’t attack, only make her feel light
it’s nice to feel tall, don’t regret things at all
she knows it was worth the drive

the sense of belonging
that deep inner peace
that’s written and inked between autumn leaves
the sense of belonging
that deep inner peace
that’s practiced and stapled into her fraying sleeves
she’ll keep coming here, she’ll never want to leave
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