The sun sinks low, painting skies in gold,
A silhouette of memories, tales of love untold.
With every fading ray, I feel the ache inside,
Chasing dreams of freedom, I can no longer hide.
Underneath that old oak, where we used to lay,
Whispers of your laughter still echo in the sway.
Lost among the shadows, I wander through the trees,
With each step I take, I’m longing for the breeze.
Lonely roads are winding, past the fields of grain,
Where wildflowers bloom and memories remain.
But the timber holds the secrets of a love we once found,
Now just a restless heart, searching for solid ground.
As night descends, the stars light up the sky,
I raise a toast to freedom, as the world passes by.
A heart that's worn and weary still believes in the fight,
That love will find its way back, beneath the silver light.
Someday I'll find a new path, where the rivers flow free,
Where laughter fills the silence, and I can just be me.
Though the ghosts of the past may never fade away,
I'll carry them with kindness as I greet each brand new day.
So here’s to all the lonely, and the timber standing tall,
To sunsets that remind us, we're never truly small.
And even when it's hardest, remember there’s light above,
For in every fading sunset, there's always room for love.
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