MUSIC FOR SALE

Title: Echoes of the Path
By: Robert Stewart


Woke in the ruins of a dream long gone,
Chasing shadows where the light’s withdrawn.
Every step, another ghost to fight,
Every truth burns out the night.
The mirror cracks — I see my face,
But who I am feels out of place.
The road ahead is carved in flame,
And every loss just feeds the same.


I hear the call through static skies,
A voice that lives where silence dies.


I’m chasing echoes of the path I’ve known,
Through fire and fear, I walk alone.
Destiny whispers, a blade in my chest,
No peace till I put this soul to the test.


The world’s a cage with open doors,
Built from dreams and endless wars.
I taste the truth — it cuts like steel,
A wound that time will never heal.
The stars above don’t light the way,
They burn to show what fades away.
But through the pain, I still believe,
There’s more to life than what we grieve.


Every scar a map I’ve made,
Every fall a price I’ve paid.


I’m chasing echoes of the path I’ve known,
Through fire and fear, I walk alone.
Destiny whispers, a blade in my chest,
No peace till I put this soul to the test.


And if I fail, then let me break,
For broken men still find their wake.
In the ashes, I’ll find my name,
A soul reborn from guilt and flame.


I’m chasing echoes — I can’t let go,
The road is endless, but I still know:
Destiny’s calling, cold and divine,
And I won’t stop till I make it mine.


So let the storm tear me apart,
I’ll find my truth inside the dark.
For man is forged through loss and pain —
And I’ll walk this path again, and again.