She stands by the window the kettle’s on low
The world hums quiet in the afterglow
A letter from work says the city’s in bloom
But her boy’s at the table drawing the moon

The weight of the coin it cuts both ways
Reach for the stars or the life she’s made
You can’t hold both when the moment’s thin
You just breathe deep and toss it again

Her sister writes soft from a field gone dry
The harvest failed and the bank ran high
She folds the page like a prayer half-said
Some hopes grow wild some hopes go to bed

Her father sleeps light in a room grown small
She hums him the tune he taught in the fall
The dawn calls loud but her heart stands still
Some roads wait and always will

The weight of the coin it cuts both ways
Reach for the stars or the life she’s made
You can’t hold both when the moment’s thin
You just breathe deep and toss it again

A girl by the tracks with a suitcase torn
Says every leaving’s another reborn
She walks toward dusk without looking back
The sun still burns where the sky turns black

Every choice is a shadow’s bend
Every loss can help you mend
What you keep is what you learn
Every road will start to turn

The weight of the coin it cuts both ways
Hope in the dark or the light that fades
You can’t hold both when the moment’s thin
You just breathe deep and toss it again

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