SOUL SONG

SOUL SONG

I’ve walked the road with empty hands,
Searching for where my spirit stands.
Not in the noise, not in the race,
But in the stillness, I found grace.

The world may rush, the world may spin,
But peace begins from deep within.

This is my soul — rising slow,
Through the ashes, through the glow.
It’s the part that never dies,
Even when the dreamer cries.
No disguise, no need to role—
Just the rhythm of my soul.

They see my face, they hear my name,
But they don’t know I’m not the same.
Every crack, a sacred line,
A map that leads to something divine.

In silence, I hear it sing—
A quiet voice beneath the wings.

This is my soul — soft but strong,
Sings of right and sings of wrong.
Not for show, not for fame,
But for love that has no name.
Wounds and wonders, both made whole—
In the center of my soul.

Let the world chase silver skies,
I’ll be where the truth still lies.
No need to run, no need to hide,
My soul walks right by my side.

This is my soul — pure and free,
Rooted deep like an old oak tree.
It’s the fire, it’s the light,
It’s what holds me in the night.
Through the highs, through the toll—
I return… to my soul.