(Verse 1) Along the wooden trail I walk, through autumn’s breath and mist, The bog lies still, its mirror dark, by silver light it’s kissed. Each board beneath my careful step might tremble, creak, or sway, Yet I keep faith beneath the clouds that never fade away. (Pre-Chorus) Some have strayed and vanished there, Sunk in silence, swallowed air. But I move on, with steady grace, Through beauty’s wild, uncertain face. (Chorus) I’m walking safe through Valkmusa’s land, With faith and warmth beneath my hand. Though rain may fall and tempests rise, My shelter holds, my spirit flies. For even in this fragile ground, A heartbeat sings without a sound. (Verse 2) These boards are more than planks of pine — they’re echoes of my years, Each straight and sure, each dry and fine, well-guarded from my fears. The storm outside is not my pain, though others feel its sting, I’ve lived where luck and order reign, beneath a steady wing. (Pre-Chorus) Yet I can feel beneath the wood, The trembling truth I’ve understood: That even paths so clean, so clear, Can break — and pull me under here. (Chorus) I’m walking safe through Valkmusa’s land, With faith and warmth beneath my hand. Though rain may fall and tempests rise, My shelter holds, my spirit flies. For even in this fragile ground, A heartbeat sings without a sound. (Bridge) One broken board, one hidden flaw, Could change it all — I stand in awe. But fear and beauty intertwine, And every breath still feels divine. (Final Chorus) I’m walking safe through Valkmusa’s land, With faith and hope beneath my hand. If thunder calls and shadows stay, I’ll walk — until they fade away. For every step, uncertain, true, Reminds me life’s still shining through.
