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Suitcase to Sunrise by Nate

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Suitcase to Sunrise by Nate - pop rock music cover art

Suitcase to Sunrise

pop rock

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She set a battered suitcase on the kitchen floor, Keys clinked on the counter, a door she closed before,
Windows steamed with breath, streetlight held the rain, A taxi swallowed the lane, she left a name.
Heartbeat like a subway rhythm, steady pain, One small pulse to break the glass and leave the pain.
From suitcase to sunrise, she learns how to move, Maps fold into pockets, she finds a new groove.
City hum like a chorus, strangers singing along, She carries a spark and hums her own song.
Midway the freeway fractured under neon light, A pink slip in a mailbox, an empty voicemail at night.
She slept on a motel cot, curtains clapped like flags, Woke to rain on the tin and a chorus of stanzas in her bag.
Every stumble rewrites a line, every bruise a phrase, She traced the echo of should for the call of a different place.
From suitcase to sunrise, she learns how to move, Maps fold into pockets, she finds a new groove.
Guitar strings for compass, rhythm for a plan, She puts the past in her pocket and starts to stand.
On a rooftop at dawn, she spreads an old map wide, Letters blow like paper birds, she watches them glide.
An epiphany like copper light, home is not a place to find, It's the song you keep singing when the lights go blind.
She chooses a single burnt out street, Plants her feet in the sand, turns the ache into an anthem,
Grabs the microphone with both hands.
From suitcase to sunrise, she learns how to move, Maps are just paper now and scars mend in proof.
Drum is softer, but the chorus rings true, She carries light in steady hands and rides the day anew.
Guitar wails, drums call, skyline split with gold, She breathes the chorus out, no longer small, no longer cold.
From suitcase to sunrise, she keeps singing on, on, on.
From suitcase to sunrise, and the road is gone, gone, gone.