2025/Jolia -

In the shadow of the uniform, we move,

Never sticking around, always on the go,

New countries, new schools, faces we don’t know, always repeating,

Home’s just a word, not a place we can truly call our own.

We say goodbye before we can even say hello,

Packing up memories, leaving people we love behind,

Bonds being broken just as they were being made, wounds never fully healed,

Loneliness becomes our constant, never really far from our mind.

Within this chaos we find strength, growing stronger with each move

We find resiliency within our struggles, patching our wounds,

Sunlight slowly shining on the Shadow of the uniform.