In the early light where the shadows play,
I walk the lane where the wildflowers sway,
With every step, I feel the memories rise,
Of dreams we chased beneath the painted skies.
The golden sun breaks, kissing the ground,
Whispers of hope in the morning sound,
With your laughter ringing like a sweet refrain,
We danced in the meadows, lost in the rain.
Promises made in the soft twilight,
We’d weave our tales ‘til the stars took flight,
But time rolls on, and seasons must change,
Still, I hear your voice in the wind’s gentle range.
Chorus of crickets and the soft rustle,
Each moment echoes through the earth’s muscle,
In the fields of gold, where we used to roam,
I’ll always carry a piece of you home.
Though the shadows stretch as the day fades away,
Memories linger, like the light of the day,
And when the sunrise breaks through my heart,
I’ll find you again in every new start.
So here I stand on this gravel road,
With dreams in my pocket and a heavy load,
I’ll follow the path where the wild sunflowers grow,
For in the open fields, your spirit will flow.
And as the sun sets on this endless chase,
I’ll hold tight your love in this sacred space,
For in every shadow and each morning's beam,
I’ll cherish forever the echoes of our dream.
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