Art of Life – Movement III : At the End of the Maze

The night has not completely gone, The darkness still walks next to me. Yet every step along this road Has led me where I'm meant to be. The things I lost, the scars I bear, I know they'll never fade away. I envied roads that weren't my own, And stumbled more than I can say. Still I've learned to face tomorrow, Through doubt, through wind, through pouring rain. Every footprint shaped the soul I am, And turned my wounds to strength through pain. Even if I cannot see the truth, The meaning of my search remains. Every choice I made in darkness Still echoes deeply through my veins. This is my art of life, The days I lived, the nights I cried. Joy and pain walked hand in hand, They carried me through every tide. I was never on my own, Music was my guiding flame. Everything has taught me this: I would choose this path again. This is my art of life, Every wound became a guide. Every road that led me here Still burns alive inside. I don't need to be special, I don't need to be complete. Every step I've ever taken Is my art of life. The night has not completely gone, Yet I no longer fear the sky. The fire still burns within my heart, And always will as long as I live. This is my art of life.