In the fields of clover under a summer sun,
Where we laughed and danced 'til the day was done,
Your smile was the song that put my heart at ease,
Every moment with you felt like a gentle breeze.
But seasons change, and the colors fade,
The wagon waits with the dreams we made,
I can still hear your laughter in the whispering trees,
But now all I have are my memories.
Rust on the wheels and rust in my heart,
Every tear that I cry feels like a brand new start,
I’ll carry the weight of this love we lost,
But I'll find a way to count the cost.
With your name on my lips and an ache inside,
I search for the harmony where our love could glide,
Those heartstrings tremble in a sweet refrain,
But silence falls heavy like the coming rain.
I'll wander these fields with your ghost by my side,
Through the valleys of heartache, where memories abide,
The wagon might roll, but I won’t forget,
The moments we cherished, the love that we met.
So here’s to the clover, the rust, and the tears,
The laughter and heartache woven through years,
I’ll carry your spirit, like the wind through the pines,
In the fields of my heart, your love still shines.
One day I’ll find peace in the light of the dawn,
Until then I'll keep moving, holding on,
For in every sorrow, there’s a lesson that’s taught,
And love is a treasure that can’t be bought.
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Fields, Rust, Tears, Wagon, Harmony, Clover, Heartstrings