The road is, where I belong

I woke to a stirring deep inside,

a pulse, uncertain, yet alive.

Life stood before me, not as a promise,

but a road unfolding in morning light

Mesmerized, I set out on a 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, not yet, just walk a while.

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,

My steps grew softer 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 a gentler gait.

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.

Yeah Yeah, I walk on, I walk on,

the road is, where I belong.