[Intro]
Dust fades on the doorstep of our small old town
I tighten my backpack, hear the road call loud
Kaliai to Mangseng, a map drawn in salt and rain
I whisper to the breeze: I’m growing, not fleeing the pain
[Verse 1]
I pocket childhood colors, the chalk on concrete lanes
Kadoka lingers like a distant star through the window panes
Mama counts the miles, Papa folds the night into plans
Two houses, one heart divided by a thousand strands
[Chorus]
I’m leaving to learn what I’m made of, step by step
Carrying the names of kin and rain on my breath
Hope is a compass that never forgets the shore
Someday I’ll return to you—stronger than before
[Verse 2]
In Mangseng I learn to stand when the wind wants to bend
Faces shift like weathered maps, but I won’t pretend
I carry their whispers in my pocket, soft and near
Friends from childhood streets ripple through every fear
[Chorus]
I’m leaving to learn what I’m made of, step by step
Carrying the names of kin and rain on my breath
Hope is a compass that never forgets the shore
Someday I’ll return to you—stronger than before
[Bridge]
If homes are floating lanterns, I’m learning to light the flame
If distance is a river, I’m learning to walk the name
Courage is a quiet drum beating under my skin
Belonging isn’t one place—it’s where I begin
[Verse 3]
I dream of Kadoka in the hush of a sleeping night
I see my childhood friends like fireflies in the pale moonlight
I’ll carry their laughter across the years we’ve aged apart
Migration is memory stitched into a hopeful heart
[Chorus]
I’m leaving to learn what I’m made of, step by step
Carrying the names of kin and rain on my breath
Hope is a compass that never forgets the shore
Someday I’ll return to you—stronger than before
[Outro]
Until then I walk forward with a map of all the dawns I’ve seen
One day the road will bring me home, where I belong again