In the silence of the twilight, I can hear their calls,
Whispers of the shadows, tumbling through the walls.
Drifting through the memories, like leaves in a stream,
Carried by the current of a half-remembered dream.
The weightless ache of yesterdays, it lingers just the same,
Haunted by the echoes, I'm the only one to blame.
Spirits of my mistakes dance in the fading light,
Each step I take away feels like a step into the night.
I wear my scars like stories, etched deep within my soul,
Every fragment of my journey, a piece that makes me whole.
But the pain feels neverending, it’s a tide that pulls me back,
Into the arms of ancient ghosts, where the heart begins to crack.
Through the corridors of time, I wander with no chart,
Searching for a compass in the caverns of my heart.
Drifting through the shadows, I find solace in the pain,
There's beauty in the heartache, there's a lesson in the rain.
So I’ll dance with my past, though it tries to claim my name,
In the twilight of my memories, I’m not ashamed of the blame.
With every tear I've shed, the weightless dreams I gain,
I’ll forge a light from darkness; I’ll find where I belong again.
And when the shadows fade and the dawn begins to break,
I’ll gather up the fragments, thread the dreams I long to make.
In the gentle light of morning, I’ll let the ghosts take flight,
For the past may be a whisper, but the future is my light.
Alternative
Ghosts, past, drifting, pain, weightless, neverending