I walked through noise to learn the sound.
Of calm that waited underground.
Each restless dream a stepping stone.
To guide my heart back to its own.
No need for maps, the way is clear.
Peace hums softly when I’m near.
All roads converge beneath the sky.
Home is the breath before goodbye.
Home is a quiet light inside.
A warmth that will not run or hide.
No longer lost, I understand.
The stillness fits within my hand.
The world grew kind, the storm grew small.
I learned to rise after the fall.
Each broken hour became my friend.
It taught me love does not need end.
No need for maps, the way is clear.
Peace hums softly when I’m near.
All roads converge beneath the sky.
Home is the breath before goodbye.
Home is a quiet light inside.
A warmth that will not run or hide.
No longer lost, I understand.
The stillness fits within my hand.
The road lies soft beneath the stars.
I walk in grace through open scars.
Each shadow fades; the night forgives.
Peace hums steady — my heart still lives.
Every mile was mercy’s hand.
Leading me home to where I stand.
The ache was map, the tears were guide.
Love was waiting just inside.
Every mile was mercy’s hand.
Leading me home to where I stand.
The ache was map, the tears were guide.
Love was waiting just inside.
Home is a quiet light inside.
A warmth that will not run or hide.
No longer lost, I understand.
The stillness fits within my hand.
Home is a quiet light inside.
A warmth that will not run or hide.
No longer lost, I understand.
The stillness fits within my hand.