I walk this road with quiet feet,
No chorus cheers, no crowds to meet.
The world moves on, its own parade;
While I press forward, unafraid.
No hand to catch me when I fall,
No voice to answer every call.
Just me, the silence, and the sky,
And stars that teach me how to try.
Each trial knocks but doesn't stay,
I rise again, I find my way.
The nights are long, the storms are real,
But strength is something I can feel.
I learn to patch my own worn seams,
To build my shelter out of dreams.
To wipe my tears with steady hands,
And plant my hope in shifting sands.
No lifeboat came when the waters rose,
But still I floated, Heaven knows.
Alone, yes, but I'm not undone,
For I am legion, I am one.
The path is mine, the pain, the gain,
Through drought and fire, wind and rain.
No witness but the mirror's face,
Still, I will finish every race.
So if you're walking on your own,
With no reply, no hand, no phone,
Take heart, dear soul, you're not the shade:
You are the fire that storms are made.
You are the keeper of your light,
The dawn that rises out of the night.
Alone, perhaps—but still you grow.
And in that truth, your power shows.