I walk the gravel, dust on my boots,
Underneath the moonlight's fading roots.
With every step, I hear your laugh,
Lost in shadows, a forgotten path.
The barn stands silent, memories trapped,
Ghosts of summers where we once collapsed.
Fields now whisper secrets of time,
In the stillness, I search for a sign.
Whiskey echoes in a hollow glass,
Toasting to moments that slipped like grass.
The stories linger, both bitter and sweet,
Tangled in silence, they drift in the heat.
Candlelight flickers, a dance on the walls,
Figures of the past, hear their calls.
We chased the dawn with reckless dreams,
Now I’m chasing echoes, unraveling seams.
Your voice in the wind, a haunting refrain,
It cuts through the night like a sharp, stinging pain.
But every memory carved in the air,
Is a piece of you still lingering there.
So here I stand on this lonesome trail,
Listening closely to a forgotten tale.
The whiskey runs deep, but I know I’m alive,
With each step I take, it’s your spirit I revive.
As the stars fade out and the dawn takes its place,
I'll carry your laughter, I'll carry your grace.
This gravel may guide me through shadows and haze,
But love never falters, it burns through the maze.
In the barn where we danced, where the echoes still play,
I'll find you again in the light of the day.
The trail may be long, but it leads me back home,
Your whispers are with me, I’m never alone.
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Trail, Lonesome, Barn, Whiskey, Echo, Memories, Gravel