Dust-Spun Prayer

[Verse 1]
No map, just the pull of a resonant hum,
My old self shedding like desert skin, numb.
A new wind whispered through cobbled stone,
Where fossilized footsteps had made a home, unknown.

[Chorus]
Oh, this dust-spun air, a wild, unwritten prayer,
A sudden, fierce unraveling, beyond all care.
Every turn, a deep-set ache,
For a path I chose to make.

[Verse 2]
I followed the echo of a distant drum,
Past facades where old stories had become
New strata, weathered by passing years,
Dissolving the bedrock of all my fears.
The city's pulse, a rhythm raw and true,
Washing over me, making all things new.

[Bridge]
The smell of warm dough, a timeless art,
Woke a forgotten hunger in my heart.
No mirage now, just the solid ground,
Where my quiet spirit was profoundly found, unbound.

[Outro]
The mountain shadows, a whisper deep,
Secrets the silent plain keeps, while I sleep.