In the quiet night, I hear the call,
Whispers from the shadows, where I stand so small.
Every step I take feels like a distant dream,
Unraveling the threads, stitching at the seam.
Roots run deep in the soil of time,
A tapestry of moments, I reach for every line.
But the echoes keep fading, lost beneath the stars,
The laughter now undone, like a series of scars.
I search for signs in the cracks of the street,
Where memories gather, tangled, bittersweet.
Days roll like waves, washing over my face,
Yet I feel so distant, in this empty space.
Faces like phantoms drift through my mind,
Familiar strangers I’m trying to find.
Their voices are echoes of stories once told,
In the warmth of their laughter, I feel the cold.
The roads we have traveled, they're winding and far,
I cast out my wishes like lost shooting stars.
If this is the ending, then let it be bright,
For the echoes of unraveling breathe in the night.
And as I stand among the ghosts that remain,
I gather the pieces, and dance in the rain.
Each drop a reminder, each moment a friend,
In the roots of my heart, where the unraveling ends.
Indie
Roots, unraveling, distant, echoes, undone