As the sun dips low and the day commences.
Dusty wheels spin on a gravel road,
Carrying dreams to where the story's told.
Campfire stories dance in the night,
Whispers of hope 'neath the pale moonlight.
Quiet ballads strum on an old guitar,
Guided by starlight, we’re never too far.
With wandering dreams that lead us away,
Through the fields of gold where we used to play.
Every heartfelt twang on a midnight breeze,
Calls us back home, where the heart finds ease.
We're two souls traveling down this line,
In a world where the wildflowers intertwine.
Memories linger like smoke in the air,
In the warmth of the fire, love’s always there.
So here’s to the roads we've yet to ride,
With laughter and joy forever beside.
As the embers fade and the last song's sung,
We find our way home where our hearts belong.
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Wildflowers bloom, picket fences, dusty wheels, campfire stories, quiet ballads, wandering dreams, heartfelt twang