Just like a withering tree, just like my soul so free;
Yet so tired, seeking solace, longing for the key.
Footprints marked by those before, seekers on this road,
Their stories etched in constellations, their lessons gently showed.
Oh, how I yearn to find that door, to unlock the sacred way,
With each whispered prayer, my heart hopes to sway.
In the hush of the night, beneath the starry dome,
I seek the solace promised, in every step I roam.
The key lies not in metal, nor in earthly gold,
But in devotion\'s ardour, in the stories of old.
A connection to the Divine, making my spirit whole.
And as I kneel in reverence, embracing the sublime,
I unlock the door with faith, transcending space and time.