In the quiet of the night, I hear your whisper,
Faded echoes of a life that once was bright,
Caught in the haze of a flickering memory,
I reach out, but the shadows won't lend me light.
These walls confine, they resonate with silence,
Isolation wraps around like a shroud,
Faces from the past, they dance in the distance,
Fleeting glimpses, yet the doubts grow loud.
Chasing phantoms down the winding road,
Each step I take, the heavier the load,
Like ashes in the wind, we scatter and we fall,
Time's a thief trading dreams for it all.
Here we drift, on a sea of forgotten dreams,
Sailing through the storms that honor our screams,
Underneath the weight of all the words unsaid,
We ride the currents, we’re lost but not dead.
And I search for you in shadows of the day,
A fragile flicker in the warm, fading gray,
But when the dawn breaks, and the light spills through,
I’ll carry the ashes, and the hope of you.
So let the tides wash over all we knew,
Let the memories linger, like a breath anew,
For in the quiet moments where the heartbeats blend,
We might find a way, a beginning from the end.
In every drift, there’s a chance to return,
For every ember lost, there’s a fire to be burned,
So here I stand, where the world begins to part,
Holding your light, deep down in my heart.
Alternative
Drift, isolation, memory, flicker, ashes