Miles behind me, pale dust rising in the dawn

Maps folded ragged, more places I move on

Sleep in libraries, ask questions folks avoid

My life’s a string of strangers and answers half-destroyed

Names of rivers, herbs, and viruses I keep

The hush before a whisper, knowledge buried deep

Left one night a girl, but I’m a shadow’s daughter now

The silence of what’s lost propels me through somehow

Every mile’s another scar I carry,

Every secret’s just a deeper cut,

I run them down, the ones who keep on hiding—

I won’t rest until the silence’s gone.

Immune to pity, I trade favors for the truth

Bottles labeled warnings, old chemical perfume

Cut my palm and mark the time by how the bleeding slows

Learned to read what only wind and waking nightmares know

Each discovery just fans the hunger in my chest

I walk ahead of answers, I rarely stop to rest

From the mountain to the lowlands, from dusk into the blue

It’s not my sister’s shadow but this struggle I walk through

Every mile’s another scar I carry,

Every secret’s just a deeper cut,

I run them down, the ones who keep on hiding—

I won’t rest until the silence’s gone.

Unclaimed by any ending, I move beneath the sky

The wind is full of warnings, but I am not denied

I dig and I unravel, I dream and I confound

My story’s written onward, on unsettled ground