Burn and Breathe

What lies beyond the morning light,
Where shadows stretch longer than answers in sight?
Questions weigh heavy, pressing the chest,
And the past calls back, offering its rest.
Why this sky? Why this road ahead?
Where does the invisible essence tread?
Some will say, "It’s simple, just live,"
But the heart burns with storms it can’t forgive.
The meaning of life is a fire inside,
In the way we love, in the days we collide.
It's in the journey, on edges so steep,
In the truth we forge and the dreams we keep.
The meaning of life is to seek and to find,
To see the light in each moment aligned.
To fight for a dream, to rise and believe,
The meaning is simply to burn and to breathe.
We build our worlds from fragments of hope,
Erase our mistakes, then rewrite the scope.
In circles we wander, losing our way,
Forgetting that answers grow new each day.
Where dawn whispers soft, silence takes form,
And the soul finds peace in the eye of the storm.
Don’t wait for perfection; embrace what’s near,
For meaning is born in the now and here.
The meaning of life is a fire inside,
In the way we love, in the days we collide.
It's in the journey, on edges so steep,
In the truth we forge and the dreams we keep.
The meaning of life is to seek and to find,
To see the light in each moment aligned.
To fight for a dream, to rise and believe,
The meaning is simply to burn and to breathe.
In every glance, in every word,
Lies a truth that often goes unheard.
A tender whisper, a roaring tone —
Life dances to its own unknown.
The meaning of life is in how we breathe,
In the love we give, in what we believe.
And if you embrace the rhythm it brings,
The meaning, perhaps, is to dream with wings.