Beneath the sky where stars are born,
And rivers hum with tales untold,
There lies a path, a road to roam,
A journey grand, a story bold.'

The soul is born from the endless night,
A spark ignites in the dark of space,
It dreams of love, it dreams of light,
It yearns for truth, a sacred grace.

It wanders through the halls of time,
Where moments stretch like endless streams,
In valleys deep, on mountains high,
It finds its way through waking dreams.

The winds may howl, the thunder roll,
But still, the soul moves, steady, sure,
It hears the call, it feels the pull,
A quest for peace, a life to cure.

In youth, it leaps with boundless zeal,
Its heart a flame, its mind a fire,
It paints the world with colors real,
And dances to its own desire.

But with the years, the winds grow cold,
The heart grows heavy, worn with care,
The dreams it chased, the tales it told,
Are whispers lost in the autumn air?

Yet still it moves, it does not stop,
Through cities grand, through fields of green,
It climbs the hills, it seeks the top,
And in the silence, it is seen.

For every step that it has taken,
Every tear that it has cried,
Has led it here, to where it’s shaken,
And found the truth it could not hide.

The truth is soft, it’s quiet, still,
It speaks not loud, but whispers clear,
That what we seek is never ill,
But found within, so close, so near.

The soul learns through pain and joy,
Through every loss and every gain,
That life’s not just a fleeting toy,
But something deeper, free of chain.

It learns that love is not a race,
That kindness blooms from tender hands,
That hope is found in every place,
Even in the shifting sands.

And so it journeys, old and wise,
Through valleys dark, through open skies,
A thousand lifetimes it has lived,
And yet, it seeks, it seeks, it gives.

For, in the end, it knows the way,
It knows the dance, it knows the song,
It knows that every night, each day,
Is part of where it does belong.

No final goal, no distant shore,
Just steps along an endless floor,
Where love is all, and peace is found,
In every soul, in every sound.

So wander on, dear soul, so free,
Through valleys vast, by moonlit sea,
For every step you take, you grow,
And in your heart, the truth will show.

The journey’s long, the path unclear,
But trust the road, for it’s sincere,
And know that through each twist and turn,
A deeper light, you will discern.

The soul is not a thing to tame,
It’s wild and free, a sacred flame,
It journeys on through joy and strife,
In search of love, the truth of life.

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