Ritual Frequencies

I walk where shadows never fade

A road of whispers cold and frayed

No map no guide no stars above

Just empty echoes of what I love

Lost soul, spinning in the gray No harbor,

just the open way

My voice cracks, swallowed by the deep

A promise that I cannot keep

Fingers trace the cracks in stone

Each one a story I’ll never own

The moon’s a stranger the wind’s a thief

It steals my name and leaves my grief

Is there a light beyond the haze

Or just more nights more endless maze

If I’m a ghost of flesh and bone Will I ever find

my way back home

Lost soul, spinning in the gray

No harbor, just the open way

My voice cracks, swallowed by the deep

A promise that I cannot keep