As the evening sun dips low,
I'm sittin' on the porch alone,
Listenin' to the cricket's song,
Wishing you would come back home.
The campfire flickers in the dark,
Casting shadows on my heart,
Each spark a memory we made,
But now, babe, we're worlds apart.
The twilight wraps around my mind,
A gentle breeze, but I feel the chill,
Longing for the touch of your hand,
And the nights that felt so still.
I trace the constellations bright,
Hoping you can see them too,
Each star a whisper of our love,
A promise that felt so true.
The night calls out your name still,
In the silence, your laughter rings,
I close my eyes and wish on stars,
For the joy that your presence brings.
But time moves on, and seasons change,
The porch feels emptier each day,
Yet in the back of my heart, I hold,
The love we shared along the way.
So here I sit by this dimming light,
With the fire's glow and dreams afar,
I'll keep on yearning for our nights,
And the wonder of our twilight stars.
When the dawn breaks through the haze,
I'll carry you in the morning glow,
Knowing love's a winding road,
And wherever you are, I'm never letting go.
Country
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