Naphet

I left the purple skyline behind No meetings anymore No voices asking for more Just silence in the corridor I walked out of the endless plan No race to run, No role to become Just something undone I don't know where this leads No map to follow No future to borrow Only tomorrow The days feel wide and unknown No certainty, Just air and stone And something calling me home The mountain was calling Long before I knew its name Through the noise and repetition Of everything I became The mountain was calling Soft beneath the passing time The life in my hands is the life I trust While the rest fades into the line Now wood meets the morning air No urgency, Just nails and care And a structure growing there Stone against the hillside slow Nothing loud, Nothing to show Just something I begin to know The mountain was calling Long before I knew its name Through the noise and repetition Of everything I became The mountain was calling Soft beneath the passing time The life in my hands is the life I trust While the rest fades into the line The mountain was calling... Long before I knew... Now I hear it too...