The Road

I woke one day and felt something—

a pulse, uncertain, yet alive.

Life stood before me — not as promise,

but a road unfolding in morning light

Feeling upbeat, set out on trip,

started walking the winding road,

I walked on — no map, no sign,

just a small flame burning inside.

The road was kind, the road was cruel,

wandering wild, breaking each rule.

It cut my feet, yet lit the sky —

each fall taught me how to rise.

And I walked on, I walked on —

the road is, where I belong.

There were moments of wonder —

mountains brushed with white,

valleys breathing morning mist,

petals trembling in the light.

For a heartbeat, I thought I’d arrived —

but the whisper said, come, and I came alive.

The road was kind, the road was cruel,

wandering wild, breaking each rule.

It cut my feet, yet lit the sky —

each fall taught me how to rise.

And I walked on, I walked on —

the road is, where I belong.

The farther I walked, the quieter I became,

pain turned to patience, spark to flame.

Longing to light, and silence to grace —

I found my truth in that sacred space.

The road was kind, the road was cruel,

wandering wild, breaking each rule.

It cut my feet, yet lit the sky —

each fall taught me how to rise.

And I walked on, I walked on —

the road is, where I belong.

The destination’s not beyond —

it’s been within me all along.

No need to run, no need to chase,

I found my home in this space.

The road was kind, the road was true,

it led me away just to bring me to you.

Each wound became a spark of light —

each fall taught me how to rise.

And I walk on, I walk on —

the road is, where I belong.

I smile as the wind touches my face,

the silence now singing with grace.

Not the end of the road, but awakening —

I have arrived… and still, I walk within.

The road within… the road within…

I have arrived… at the road within

Yeah yeah,

the road within, where I belong.

the road within,  is where I belong.

the road within, the road within, the road within.