A Wanderer Born

A Wanderer Born Soft, mysterious, like a whisper in the dark... I followed the tides where the cliffs meet the sea, Where the wind carves its tales into the trees. The earth hummed low, a rhythm unseen, A map of the wilds only the bold have seen. Oh, the path is veiled, but it’s pulling me near, Through tangled groves and the weight of the year. Every shadow holds secrets, every crack in the stone— This is my quest, this is what I’ve known. The world’s a riddle, and I’m its key, A wanderer born to chase what lies free. I crossed deserts where the sun burns bright, And traced the constellations through endless night. The silence spoke louder than any voice, Of stories untold in the cracks of the choice. Oh, the path is veiled, but it’s pulling me near, Through tangled groves and the weight of the year. Every shadow holds secrets, every crack in the stone— This is my quest, this is what I’ve known. The world’s a riddle, and I’m its key, A wanderer born to chase what lies free. But sometimes the trail feels like it’s gone, And the silence screams, "Turn back, or you’ll be alone." Yet the heart knows a truth no map can tell— The greatest treasures are born where we dwell. Oh, the path is veiled, but it’s pulling me near, Through tangled groves and the weight of the year. Every shadow holds secrets, every crack in the stone— This is my quest, this is what I’ve known. The world’s a riddle, and I’m its key, A wanderer born to chase what lies free. So if you hear me singing through the trees, Know I’m tracing the edges of what we’ve yet to see. For the soul that seeks will never be still— This is the hymn of a life lived willed.