In the fields where the wildflowers sway,
I hear the whispers of a long-lost day,
The rain falls gently, softening the ground,
With each drop, a memory lost but found.
Once I wandered in the quiet air,
Listening closely to the dreams we shared,
Your laughter danced like the leaves in the breeze,
In those moments, we were truly free.
The sun would set as we’d carve our tale,
Underneath the stars, our hearts would sail,
With every heartbeat, woven in the night,
A tapestry of love, woven pure and bright.
But storms do come, and the skies can grey,
With thunder’s roar, our story drifted away,
Yet in the raindrops, I hear your name,
A haunting melody that whispers through the pain.
Now I walk these fields, my heart in tow,
Searching for the echoes of what we used to know,
In the quiet moments where the shadows play,
I hold on to the freedom that won't fade away.
So let the rain fall, let the clouds roll by,
For in the heart of sorrow, our love didn’t die,
Every tear a testament to what we’ve found,
In the fields of freedom, where our hopes abound.
I’ll carry your laughter like a song in the night,
A gentle reminder that things will be alright,
With every step forward, the past I will mourn,
But I'll dance in these fields, for I know I am reborn.
And when the sun breaks through the night’s embrace,
I’ll gaze at the horizon, seeking solace and grace,
In the promise of tomorrow, my spirit will soar,
For in those quiet fields, I'm forever yours.
Folk
fields, rain, story, quiet, freedom