The roads stretch far beyond my sight, through shadowed days and sleepless nights.
Each step I take feels worn, yet new, a path I walk though none pursue.
The echoes of the past persist, in every mist, in every twist.
They call my name, they pull me near, a voice of loss I still can hear.
Yet in the dark, a flicker burns, a tender glow that always returns.
Though time may fade and seasons bend, some stories hold, they never end.
The hearts we touch, the love we give, the dreams we chase, the ways we live – they ripple out, unseen, profound,
In every life that we have found.
So let the world spin, wild and vast, I hold the moments that will last.
No fear, no grief can make me bend, for some things are eternal – never the end.
