The night folds its wings above every quiet doubt
and the road stretches on refusing to map itself out
We long to skip the storms avoid the valleys below
yet wisdom grows roots only where soft rains flow
No rewind for the words we wish we could reclaim
no fast-forward to the moment life finally calls our name
Still the heart—bruised but breathing—keeps learning how
to turn its unfinished pages into gentle light somehow
Every step echoes choices we once feared to make
every silence tells truths we didn’t know were awake
And in the hush between heartbeat and vow
we meet ourselves—unhidden here now
So trust the unrushed rhythm of becoming whole;
even unmarked paths are leading you home
For where the world slows down enough to allow
the unfinished heart finally learns its light—in now