In the shadow of the rustic barns,
Where the night sky wears a silver crown,
I’ll strum my warm guitar, play soft, sweet harmonies,
While the world around me drifts slowly down.
Through the grassy meadows, I hear a distant howl,
Of the wolves that roam beneath the stars,
Every note I play, a whisper of my heart,
Echoing the longing of my wandering soul.
When the sun dips low beyond the hills,
And the twilight paints the sky with fire,
I’ll be lost in the rhythm of those endless hills,
As dreams rise like smoke, lifted higher.
In the cool night air, where the crickets sing,
Love’s melody dances on the breeze,
With every strum, the memories find me,
A tapestry woven from our sweet serenities.
Those rustic barns keep our secrets safe,
Underneath the watchful moon’s silver gaze,
I'll treasure each laugh, every tear we've shed,
In the warmth of the glow, I’ll be forever amazed.
So here’s to the nights that linger on,
With songs of the heart softly played,
To the moments shared beneath the stars,
In this timeless beauty, we’ve made.
As the dawn breaks warm, and the coyotes call,
I know the night will always hold me tight,
In the echoes of laughter, in the shadow of the barns,
I’ll find my way home on those moonlit nights.
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