the road that changed me
The path was smooth when I began
A world of sunlight in my hands
But soon the skies began to weep
And shadows crawled where dreams once leaped
The winds grew fierce; they called my name
Each step I took was not the same
The roads I gave my all to split in two
Doubt became my only view
I stumbled where the thorns had grown
The echoes told me I was alone
Yet in the dark, I found my spark
A strength I never knew to mark
The stones I tripped on taught me grace
Each scar was a map of what I’ve faced
The road that bent, the tears that fell
Became the story I now tell
For every turn and every break
A new resolve began to awake
And though the journey still goes on
The roads have shaped the me I’ve drawn
So here I stand, the past behind
A heart rebuilt a clearer mind -
The road that changed me wasn’t kind
But it is the reason I shine
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