Forked Roads & Firelight (Desert Rock Edit)

(c) all lyrics by Faith L.C. There were nights I traced the outlines of the lives I never lived, roads I didn't wander down, hands I almost could've give. Some roads-that-never-were still burn beneath my skin, like half-formed warnings whispering, "this isn't where you'd been." Some versions of me linger like smoke beneath the door, shapes of lives I never picked and won't touch anymore. Not longing, not regret — just a spark against the grain, a wondering who I'd stand as now if I had switched the lane. Some nights I feel those branches pulling on my spine — shadows of a stranger who almost became mine. WHAT IF I TURNED LEFT WHEN I CUT TO THE RIGHT? WHAT IF I LET GO WHEN I CHOSE TO HOLD TIGHT? WHAT IF I FOLLOWED THAT WILD LITTLE LIGHT? I DON'T NEED THE ANSWERS — THIS LIFE FEELS RIGHT, AND I'M DOING FINE ON MY SIDE OF THE FIGHT. There were moments I resisted roads begging me to choose, paths that looked like futures I was terrified to lose. A different city calling, a heartbeat turned to dust, a door I didn't walk through 'cause I didn't know who to trust. Maybe there's a version who ran the wilder mile, maybe I still carry a few unburned trials. But every flame I didn't chase still moves inside my chest — not wasted, just redirected to the fire I hold the best. Some roads fall to silence, some refuse to leave — the shape of who I could've been still breathing underneath. WHAT IF I TURNED LEFT WHEN I CUT TO THE RIGHT? WHAT IF I LET GO WHEN I CHOSE TO HOLD TIGHT? WHAT IF I FOLLOWED THAT WILD LITTLE LIGHT? I DON'T NEED THE QUESTIONS — THIS LIFE FEELS RIGHT, AND I'M STAYING STRONG ON MY SIDE OF THE FIGHT. I could waste a thousand midnights on the "maybe" and the "might," walk through every doorway I walked past that night. But every path I never took still built the spine I claim — the flame I follow now was born from every drop of pain. I'm not undone by questions, I'm not torn by choice — every silent turning point still sharpened up my voice. WHAT IF I TURNED LEFT WHEN I CUT TO THE RIGHT? WHAT IF I LET GO WHEN I STAYED IN THE FIGHT? WHAT IF I FOLLOWED THAT WILD LITTLE LIGHT? I'LL NEVER KNOW THE ANSWERS — BUT THIS LIFE FEELS RIGHT, AND DAMN, I'M FINE ON MY SIDE OF THE FIGHT. Maybe every fork I faced still led me here somehow — no more chasing shadows. I'm exactly where I'm meant to be now.