In a meadow where the wildflowers sway,
There's a whisper in the wind as night turns to day.
The sunrise paints the sky with golden light,
While memories drift like shadows in the fading night.
I wander through the tall grass, feeling so lonesome,
Each rustle in the leaves is a tale that I’ve grown from.
With the dawn on my face, I can hear the past call,
Lost in the echoes, in the silence, I fall.
Drifting through moments I once held so dear,
Every heartbeat reminds me you were once here.
But the sun keeps on rising, brightening the gloom,
In this quiet old meadow, love still finds a room.
I’ll dance with the daisies beneath the wide sky,
Let the soft winds of morning help me learn to fly.
Though the road may be heavy with the weight of regret,
In the beauty of the sunrise, I find peace, I forget.
So I’ll gather the pieces from the stories you told,
Carving dreams in the soft earth, letting my heart unfold.
With each ray of the sun, I embrace what I owe,
In this meadow of echoes, I’m learning to grow.
As the shadows behind me gradually fade,
I’ll cherish the laughter, the moments we made.
Though lonesome I wander, I won’t feel alone,
In this meadow of echoes, I’ve finally found home.
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