Seven Roads

When every morning starts the same old way, And crowded streets still feel so far away, A quiet corner calls me by my name, Where all directions almost look the same. No glowing signs to tell me left or right, Just open sky dissolving into night, The noise of yesterday begins to fade, A silent promise slowly starts to wake. Seven roads beneath my feet, Seven chances, one heartbeat, Every step a rising flame, Every turn a shifting name. If I choose, I choose my way, No return to yesterday, In this moment I can see— All the roads begin with me. I walked through cities filled with golden light, I crossed the seas and endless restless nights, But every mile that I keep leaving home, Leads to the same old crossing I have known. Seven roads before my eyes, Seven echoes, seven skies, Every step a living spark, Every light defeats the dark. I decide who I will be, No more chains inside of me, At the crossing I finally see— All the roads begin with me.