In a quiet valley where the shadows play,
Lies a tattered map from a forgotten day.
Underneath the whispers of the trees so tall,
I trace the winding paths, where dreams can rise or fall.
With every step I take, I feel the morning dew,
Glistening like memories that once felt fresh and new.
I’m a wandering soul, with nowhere left to be,
Searching for the stories that the winds will set me free.
Fireflies are dancing in the cool twilight,
Guiding my lost heart through the gentle night.
They light a flick'ring path to the unknown ahead,
With a warmth that calls me forward, where the brave have often tread.
Through the hills and valleys, where the wildflowers grow,
There’s a song within the silence, it’s the only thing I know.
The echoes of the past, they wrap around my mind,
But I’ve found a spark of hope in the love that I can find.
So I’ll wander on through the twists and turns of fate,
With a tattered map in hand, I’ll never hesitate.
For in each step I take, there’s magic still alive,
And the fireflies will guide me as I learn to thrive.
As the dawn breaks slowly, painting skies of gold,
I’ll embrace the journey, let the mysteries unfold.
With my heart wide open, I’ll find my way anew,
In this quiet valley, where the morning dew shines true.
Folk
Tattered map, quiet valley, morning dew, wandering soul, firefly dance
Folk
Tattered map, quiet valley, morning dew, wandering soul, firefly dance