I walked a road of thorn and stone,
Each step a weight I claimed alone.
The sky hung low, the air was tight,
And hope was but a distant light.
I bore my grief like burnished gold,
A gleam too sharp, too cold to hold.
It sang a slow, unyielding tune,
A winter sun that mocked the noon.
Yet in the hush between my fears,
A voice broke soft as falling tears:
“Release the chain, unbind the seam,
And step inside your waiting dream.”
The path grew wide, the thorns withdrew,
The air was clear, the sky was blue.
My heart, once caged, began to sing—
A song of root, of flight, of spring.
Now every road, though steep or far,
Is lit beneath one steadfast star.
For I have learned through night’s long test,
The journey ends in gentle rest.
AABB - Tight Rhythm 4/4 in musical terms - a march. Each line has four beats (iambs), so you can read or perform it to a steady 4‑count.
