Will I ever go on a solo trip,
Far from the noise the crowded days grip?
Just me, the roads, the sky so wide,
And nature walking by my side.
Far from the noise the crowded days grip?
Just me, the roads, the sky so wide,
And nature walking by my side.
To stand beneath the open air,
With nothing heavy left to bear;
Hands stretched wide, heart beating free,
As if the world belongs to me.
Loud waterfalls, pure mountain breeze,
Silent forests and dancing leaves;
No hurdles there, no human noise,
Only nature and my own voice.
Perhaps one day I’ll gather the nerve,
To live the peace my soul deserves;
And in that moment, wild and free,
I may finally discover me.
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