A narrow road in fading light A traveler walked toward the night His coat was thin, the wind was blowing cold He traced old maps with edges rolled He reached a farm left bare by rain Its fence still scented crops and grain He stepped inside the savaged wooden frame And felt old souls without a name He sat where floorboards bowed with age And sensed the time that was written on each page A restless wind revealed his ache Exposing dreams he dared not make The tale he lived grew in his chest A quiet truth he never guessed He learned how miles and time reshape the way A weary heart, of his, moves through the day He breathed a vow beneath the beams To follow roads that shaped his dreams He let the silent rafters sway And found a softer kind of way
