Down the winding Timber Road, where the wildflowers grow,
I found a path of memories, where the gentle whispers flow.
With a soft breeze in the branches, and the sun about to set,
I chased the ghosts of yesterdays, never a hint of regret.
The echoed flame of laughter, where our dreams used to dance,
In the shadows of the twilight, we were caught in a trance.
A wandering soul with stories, etched upon my skin,
I carry every moment, where the silence once had been.
By the silent river flowing, where the moonlight starts to gleam,
I wade through all this heartache, as I drift into a dream.
With the whispers of the evening, I can hear your voice so clear,
Calling softly through the twilight, promising that you'll be near.
So I wander through the valleys, letting whispers guide my way,
For in the hills and the echoes, I can find a light to stay.
In the warmth of fading colors, I will search till I am whole,
Along this winding Timber Road, to heal my wandering soul.
And when the final shadows settle, casting peace upon the night,
I will rest beneath the starlight, knowing love is my delight.
For in the heart of silence, where the memories entwine,
I’ll cherish every heartbeat, as our paths in the night align.
Folk
Timber Road, Soft Breeze, Echoed Flame, Wandering Soul, Silent River
Folk
Timber Road, Soft Breeze, Echoed Flame, Wandering Soul, Silent River