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Lyrics: Pull up a chair by the firelight, traveler, Your cloak is worn thin from the miles you roam. You walk like a man who keeps his stories folded, Soft in his pocket, too humble to show. But I’ve watched the way you pause at every doorway, Choosing your steps though the world moves fast. And I see the courage it takes just to enter, When you feel like a shadow that others walk past. I see you, quiet traveler, Not the mask that you offer, but the truth that you bear. I see the thoughts you never speak, The hopes you keep tucked out of reach, And the strength in your silence that most never dare. You think you go unnoticed, but I see you, traveler. I see you there. You sit by the wall where the lantern glow softens, Watching the laughter but seldom join in. You’re gentle and steady, the kind they overlook, But loyalty like yours is a rare kind of kin. You carry the ache of a man still becoming, Unsure of the place where his footsteps belong. But the fact that you’re here, still walking, still trying, Already makes you braver than you think you are. I see you, quiet traveler, Not the mask that you offer, but the truth that you bear. I see the thoughts you never speak, The hopes you keep tucked out of reach, And the strength in your silence that most never dare. You think you go unnoticed, but I see you, traveler. I see you there. Some heroes shout their names across the valley, But some just choose to rise again at dawn. And I’d take the heart of a quiet, steady traveler Over any loud legend the minstrels sing on. I see you, quiet traveler, Not the mask that you offer, but the truth that you bear. I see the small kindness in your hands, The depth you think no soul could understand, And the weight that you shoulder without any fanfare. You think you walk alone, but I see you, traveler. I see you there