In the stillness of the evening, where the shadows softly play,
I wander through the weathered trails, lost in yesterday.
Those rolling hills beneath the stars, they whisper out my name,
With every strumming string, my heart's a little less the same.
The amber glow of twilight wraps around my weary soul,
As I chase my dreams on lonesome nights, trying to feel whole.
Each note I play is a memory, drifting on a gentle breeze,
A heartfelt ballad of the past that brings me to my knees.
Chorus of crickets serenade, under the moonlight's glance,
While I gather up these pieces, giving the dark a chance.
With every dawn that follows, I’ll find my way back home,
To the hills that hold my heart, to the places I've yet roamed.
The whispered winds of summer are calling out my name,
In the rustling leaves and laughter, nothing feels the same.
But I’ll keep on strumming gently, through the joy and through the pain,
For in these heartfelt ballads, I’ll find peace once again.
So I’ll cherish every moment, let the amber glow invite,
With rolling hills around me, I’ll dance beneath the night.
And though the road is lonesome, I will walk it with pride,
For in each gentle breeze, I know love will be my guide.
As the stars begin to fade away, and dawn starts to break,
I lay my burdens down tonight, for tomorrow's on the lake.
In the warmth of morning’s sunshine, I’ll carry on, I’ll grow,
With rolling hills and amber glow, I’ll never be alone.
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Rolling hills, amber glow, strumming strings, weathered trails, lonesome nights, gentle breeze, heartfelt ballads
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Rolling hills, amber glow, strumming strings, weathered trails, lonesome nights, gentle breeze, heartfelt ballads