North Star

A foreign star is shining over strange horizons, Runways glowing in the rain below, Miles between our quiet conversations, Cities passing slow. Cold mornings on an open road before me, Mist and headlights blur the view, Every turn writes stories I’m still learning, Every sky feels new. Hope is my north star in the night, Burning steady, burning bright, When the world pulls me away, It still shows the way. Through the miles and through the storm, Through the silence cold and worn, I may wander, I may roam — But hope will lead me home. From far away the storms look smaller, Old regrets begin to fade, What once felt heavy on my shoulders Softens in the shade. All we left unsaid still moves me, Eyes I carry in my mind, Life may pull us into different seasons, But hearts stay aligned. Hope is my north star in the night, Burning steady, burning bright, When the world pulls me away, It still shows the way. Through the miles and through the storm, Through the silence cold and worn, I may wander, I may roam — But hope will lead me home.