In a rusty old truck, where the memories lie,
We used to drive under the wide open sky,
In the heart of the storm, we found harmony,
Whispers of love in the sweet melody.
With every turn of the wheel, I still feel your hand,
As we danced in the rain, where the wildflowers stand,
But time took its toll, and the laughter turned low,
Now the meadow feels empty, and the sorrow will show.
Chasing shadows of moments, we let slip away,
With the storms that we've weathered, we’ve learned to stay gray,
But I know in this heart, there's a flicker of light,
A beacon of hope, shining through the night.
Maybe one day, the clouds will fade,
And I'll find a way back to the love that we made,
With the rusty old truck, I’ll carry the weight,
And search for the meadow where our hearts could relate.
So here’s to the journey, the trials we've faced,
Through the laughter and tears, there is beauty in grace,
Though the storm it may linger, and the sorrow still calls,
We'll stand hand in hand, and together we'll rise tall.
In the memory of the meadow, where the wildflowers bloom,
We'll find our way home, casting away the gloom,
With a song in our hearts, in the warmth of the sun,
Together we'll heal, for our story's not done.
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