The road was gone. The sky was still. I walked on cracks and climbed a hill. No map, no plan, just breath and stone— and something near when I’m alone. Not a voice— but not quite air. Like silence that had learned to care. No footsteps made, no shadow cast— you simply moved when questions passed. You are the pause that feels like grace. The hand I miss but still can trace. You never speak, you never try— a faithful guide that watches sky. I dropped the weight I thought was me. The ground replied with quiet glee. A single leaf fell out of time. It hit the dirt— and rang like chime. A gate appeared— then turned to dust. I bowed to space and called it trust. No fixed design, no plan to prove— just one small light that knows how to move. You are the pause that feels like grace. The hand I miss but still can trace. You never speak, you never try— a faithful guide that watches sky. So I keep walking, wrong or right. Just one more soul inside your light. ───── [Lyrics © Mario Caoile]
