Verse 1
They turned me loose through weathered doors
Where old wood sighed beneath my feet
Sun danced through mottled windowpanes
In pools of gold and summer heat
The banisters were warm with years
Worn smooth by every searching hand
No splinter ever turned me back
Just quiet paths to wonderland
Verse 2
The dust smelled like a thousand unexplored secrets…
Just waiting to open their covers…
And invite me in.
Old paper breathed like autumn leaves
With cedar, time, and whispered grace
Each faded spine concealed a world
Still hoping someone sought its place
The shadows weren’t the dark I knew
They held expectancy, not fright
Each hidden corner softly breathed
Another spark, another light
Pre-Chorus
No hurried voice to call me back
No anxious hand to pull me near
Just endless rows and winding aisles
Where every silence welcomed me here
Chorus
Every cover held a doorway
Every page became a key
Every narrow, winding hallway
Opened wider worlds for me
I wasn’t made for running
No race could capture me
I wasn’t made for running…
I was made to wander free.
Verse 3
I followed only where my heart
Felt one more question calling me
I never searched to find myself…
The stories found me patiently
Each whispered title knew my name
Before I knew what I’d become
The stories changed—but somehow stayed
Still beating like a steady drum
Pre-Chorus
No hurried voice to call me back
No anxious hand to pull me near
Just endless rows and winding aisles
Where every silence welcomed me here
Chorus
Every cover held a doorway
Every page became a key
Every narrow, winding hallway
Opened wider worlds for me
I wasn’t made for running
No race could capture me
I wasn’t made for running…
I was made to wander free.
Bridge
When storms outside became too loud
Those weathered shelves would take my hand
I’d disappear without a sound
Into another distant land
The world could bruise me for a while
But never steal what books had grown
I learned that wandering wasn’t lost…
Just another way of coming home.
So now I build those doors in songs
For strangers I may never see
If someone’s weary soul is wandering…
May these pages set them free
Final Chorus
Now every song becomes a doorway
Every line becomes a key
May someone lost find one more hallway
And wander safely here with me
The dust still holds a thousand unexplored secrets…
Waiting to open their covers…
And invite us in.
I wasn’t made for running
No race could capture me
I wasn’t made for running…
I was made to wander free.
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