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Now and then she's wondering

What'll turn the tide

She’s tracing lines on weathered maps

Of where she used to be

Still hoping for a flower

From an uprooted tree

She wakes with dust beneath her name

The days forget to call her home

All days are same, a waiting game

A dream to come alive

What’ll it take to uproot,

Before it goes too deep

She’s not lost, just waiting

For the weight to shift

Returning to the meadows

Where echoes used to sing

She walks through noise with quiet steps

Smiles like she’s unshaken

She doesn’t need the world to know

She’s not asking for a sign

She’s already home inside

No spotlight, no headline —

Still, she rises

Every time

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