The Last Retreat

* создано с использованием ИИ

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The mansion on the hill, the garage of cars
The name on the lips of the ones in the bar
The champagne, the perfume, the bed never cold
The story they told — the story they sold

I woke one morning with nothing to chase
The sun was the same, but I couldn’t find my face
The rooms were all full, but I was alone
The king on a throne made of glass and of bone

I tried the escape in the bottle and pill
I tried to outrun the silence until
The silence just grew like a vine on the wall
And I knew I had nothing at all

So I burned the map, I sold the crown
I left the city sleeping in the ground
I took the risk, the feeling I lacked
I walked away — and never looked back
The mountain knows where the heart goes
When the world is just a sack on your back

I found a path that had no name
A valley where the wind doesn’t play the same
The monks didn’t ask who I was before
They just opened the gate and they closed the door

The first night I slept on a mat on the stone
I woke with the ache of being alone
But then came the morning — the first light of dawn
And I saw what I’d been running from all around

It wasn’t the love that I’d failed to hold
It wasn’t the stories I’d left untold
It was me — the one I’d buried so deep
That I’d forgotten how to weep

So I burned the map, I sold the crown
I left the city sleeping in the ground
I took the risk , the feeling I lacked
I walked away — and never looked back
The mountain knows where the heart goes
When the world is just a sack on your back

The rain came down on the tin roof loud
And I stood outside like a fool in the cloud
I let it soak through my skin to my core
And I felt something I hadn’t felt before

The years fell off like a snake’s old skin
He didn't live here anymore - the man I’d been
The silence now was a friend, not a war
And I knew I wasn’t going back anymore

I burned the map, I lost the crown
I let the city sink into the ground
I took the risk and I made it my own
I walked away — and I’m never alone
The mountain knows where the heart goes
And now my heart has found its home

The sun comes up over the ridge
I don’t need a key or a bridge
I just need the ground and the sky
And the man I became when I learned how to die
To the world that was never mine

Retreat. Return. Begin.