The world obscured the road unknown
The air a veil of ash and bone;
No sign no sun no map no guide
Yet still the faith moves deep inside
The compass hums though needle blind
It listens more than it can find;
It turns through trust not eye or claim
It follows light without a name
Each step dissolves the weight of doubt
Each pause reclaims what fear left out;
The fog becomes a living screen
Where vision wakes through the unseen
No path no proof yet still I go
Through what the mist allows to show;
For faith does not demand to see—
It knows the way invisibly