The road bends sharp, the sky turns grey
Just when hope begins to sway
A whisper in the soul declares
You’re made to walk through storms this way
Some come to heal, some break and flee
Not every soul is meant to stay
Their footprints fade like words in sand
Yet leave their lessons, come what may
The heart may ache, the mind may spin
In moments lost to doubt’s array
But life flows on, a ceaseless tide
A current none can halt or sway
We cling to things we think will last
Yet all is dust that will decay
To love, to lose, to start again
Is just the soul’s own quiet ballet
A prayer not voiced still finds the stars
No temple holds the only way
For spirit lives in breath and fire
Kindness lights the darkest day
A hand that helps, a glance that sees
The smallest grace we give away
These build a bridge where none had stood
Erasing paths that lead astray
There is no map that charts it all
No rules that life will choose to play
But growth is born of breaking soil
Truth is shaped from hidden clay
The path unfolds where footsteps fall
So trust the journey, come what may
Love is the only thing we leave behind
Through grief, through joy, through night and day
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