Two roads stretch wide before our gaze,
One where sorrow clouds our days.
We curse the storm, we drown in strife,
Believing this is all of life.
Each hurdle drags our spirit low,
As if the world is all we know.
In fleeting moments, lost, we tread,
With hearts weighed down, and hope near dead.
But there’s a path of quiet grace,
Where peace resides in every space.
We watch the storm, but do not break,
For we know the trials are fake.
The soul stands still, untouched, serene,
Beyond the chaos, calm, unseen.
What once seemed heavy, fades away,
In the light of an endless day.
