*(Verse 1)* The road unfolds, a silent thread, A shadowed path where doubts are fed. The world, it hums, a distant song, But I run fast, and prove it wrong. The ache, it lingers, soft and deep, A secret that I cannot keep. The wind, it carries what I hide, As if the pace could turn the tide. *(Chorus)* Through the haze, through the flame, Through the echoes of my name. The road will guide, the miles will heal, As I confront what I must feel. *(Verse 2)* Then comes the fire, the burning trail, Where every step is a broken sail. The earth beneath me feels my fight, As I outrun the endless night. Why must the road stretch on so far? Why must the heart bear every scar? I pound the path, I scream, I cry, A tempest in the fading sky. *(Bridge)* The hills now rise, a solemn plea, A whispered prayer, a desperate sea. “If I run farther, if I run more, Will the pain retreat, will it restore?” The path grows dim, the air turns cold, The weight of grief takes hold, takes hold. But in the run, the soul takes flight, And turns the darkest grief to light. *(Final Chorus)* Through the haze, through the flame, Through the echoes of my name. The road will guide, the miles will heal, As I confront what I must feel. *(Outro)* Oh, I know the path is long, But in the grief, you grow, grow strong. Each step, a balm, each breath, a grace, As I find peace within the pace.
