In a tavern dim with faded light,
I strum my heart on broken strings,
A whispered tune of lost delight,
Where the past a memory clings.
The shadows dance on walls so bare,
While echoes of our laughter fade,
Each note a sigh, a lingering prayer,
In this bittersweet serenade.
Your wandering heart, so wild and free,
Once found its way in the morning glow,
But the roads ahead now diverge from me,
In the shimmered dawn where dreams can go.
The fields we roamed now overgrown,
With tales of love that time forgot,
Each step I take feels less like home,
Yet still I carry your threadbare thought.
With every chord I weave the night,
In the silence I can hear you call,
But the stars above have dimmed their light,
And the moonlight casts a shadowed pall.
So here's to those unspoken things,
To the laughter lost, the joy we claimed,
In every strum the silence rings,
In every tear, we are to blame.
As the dawn breaks through the haze,
And the morning sun brings warmth anew,
With a heavy heart, I’ll end my days,
For the love that was, and the love we knew.
Though faded light may cloak our past,
And whispered tunes may softly die,
A wandering heart will hold steadfast,
For in remembering, we learn to fly.
So let us part with a gentle grace,
With promises held in woven song,
In the same old tavern, we'll find our place,
Where broken strings and hearts belong.
Folk
Broken Strings, Whispered Tune, Faded Light, Wandering Heart, Shimmered Dawn
Folk
Broken Strings, Whispered Tune, Faded Light, Wandering Heart, Shimmered Dawn