PROMPT INCEPTION - Move

PROMPT INCEPTION - Move
Born alone, the journey starts,
Seeking kindred spirits, opening hearts.
Together we face the climb and the fall,
But time tells truths, isolation calls.
Move, move, the path is your own,
In the silent march, you walk alone.
God above, sometimes feels so far,
In the dark of loneliness, find who you are.
Friends may come, and shadows fade,
Promises of closeness, briefly laid.
But the deeper the night, the clearer it shows,
The only constant, the way the wind blows.
Move, move, the path is your own,
In the silent march, you walk alone.
God above, sometimes feels so far,
In the dark of loneliness, find who you are.
Fleeting are the moments, hands reach through the dark,
Leaving you with whispers, an unlit spark.
Turn within, where the battles are fought,
In the depths of your soul, confront your thought.
Isolation sharpens, clarity comes,
The crowd fades away, the heart numbs.
You and the divine, a dance so austere,
Even when He's silent, you know He's near.
Move, move, the path is your own,
In the silent march, you walk alone.
God above, sometimes feels so far,
In the dark of loneliness...
Move, move, the path is your own,
In the silent march, you walk alone.
God above, sometimes feels so far,
In the dark of loneliness, find who you are.
So move, move swiftly on your way,
Let none catch up, come what may.
In solitude’s embrace, find your stride,
Alone you began, alone you’ll abide.