In the fields of our memories, where the wildflowers grow,
I ride with the whispers of the wind, in the twilight glow.
But a storm's on the horizon, dark clouds in the sky,
And here I am, a lonely heart, just trying to get by.
I can hear your sweet laughter, like a song on the breeze,
Bringing back all those moments, like a warm summer tease.
But the thunder rolls heavy, and I'm lost in this fight,
With shadows all around me, I’m searching for the light.
So I tighten my saddle, with tears in my eyes,
Though the road seems so lonely, it's where my spirit lies.
With every beat of my heart, I can feel you so near,
But this storm is a reminder, love can vanish like fear.
The nights taste like sorrow, and the dawn feels so cold,
Each star up above me, tells stories untold.
But I’ll ride through the darkness, as I chase down the dawn,
With the hope that tomorrow, you’ll be there when it’s gone.
In the fields of our memories, I’ll plant every dream,
And hold close to the moments, as I watch them redeem.
Though the storm may be raging, I’ll keep love as my guide,
For the songs that we sung echo deep in my pride.
So let the rain keep falling, let the thunder roar loud,
I’m a wanderer searching, standing strong and proud.
With the weight of our love, I’m never truly alone,
In the fields of our memories, you’re my forever home.
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