I stopped running.. Not because the road was long, But because the earth finally understood my footsteps. The echoes of the journey have faded, Giving way to the rhythm of a heart at rest. I used to ask the horizon for a sign, Searching for a place to call my own. But the walls I built were made of wind, And the keys I sought were always in my hand. Here, in the space between the beat and the breath, The questions lose their weight. The shadows find their light.
Composed and Produced by Ghaderz
