Unfolding
The morning fog is lifting slow
I’m packing up the things I know
Found a letter in a drawer
From a girl I’m not anymore
I’m coming home to me
Looking for the missing piece
It’s a long way back
But I’m finally free
I’m coming home to me
I used to let the seasons decide
Where I’d run and where I’d hide
But the mirror shows a different view
Something quiet, something new
I’m coming home to me
Looking for the missing piece
It’s a long way back
But I’m finally free
I’m coming home to me
No more chasing every ghost
Living where I need the most
I’ll plant my feet in solid ground
Listen to the newer sound
I’m coming home to me
Looking for the missing piece
It’s a long way back
But I’m finally free
I’m coming home to me
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