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Staring at the ceiling cracks, tracing patterns in the dark
The weight of all the what-ifs leaves its heavy, silent mark
They talk about the open road, the possibilities untold
But sometimes all I hear are echoes, stories getting old.
It's the echoes in the late hour, where the doubt begins to rise
A lonely battle fought beneath the quiet, empty skies
But I keep one foot moving forward, even if the progress is slow
'Cause to stop right here is failure, and that's a path I won't go.
Checking maps that lead nowhere, searching for a guiding sign
Knowing that the answers I need are entirely and wholly mine
Every risk feels monumental, every choice a final scene
But the world won't wait for perfect, just for the courage to intervene.
It's the echoes in the late hour, where the doubt begins to rise
A lonely battle fought beneath the quiet, empty skies
But I keep one foot moving forward, even if the progress is slow
'Cause to stop right here is failure, and that's a path I won't go.
Let the fear whisper its warnings, let the shadow try to stay
The only way to beat the dark is to keep walking toward the day
I'm writing my own ending, every stroke is intentional, slow
Just gotta trust the process, gotta trust the place I need to go.
It's the echoes in the late hour, where the doubt begins to rise
A lonely battle fought beneath the quiet, empty skies
But I keep one foot moving forward, even if the progress is slow
'Cause to stop right here is failure, and that's a path I won't go.
