On a dusty path where shadows lie,
An echoed ballad begins to sigh,
With whispers of a forgotten legend,
Carried by the night like a gentle friend.
Underneath the fading firelight glow,
The secrets of the ages softly flow,
A lonely echo calls through the trees,
Bringing forth the memories, the softest breeze.
With every step, the minstrel strays,
His heart a compass through the winding ways,
Searching for a tale that slipped from time,
In the starlit journey, where dreams unwind.
He hums of lovers lost in the haze,
Of battles fought in a long-lost phase,
Each note a thread in the tapestry spun,
Of heroes weeping for the battles they've won.
Yet in the silence, the music breathes,
In every shadow, a new heart grieves,
A song for those who wander alone,
In the chorus of the night, they find their home.
With a gaze that pierces the cloak of night,
A fire ignites in the minstrel's sight,
He strums the strings to mend the torn,
A symphony of hope, where hope is reborn.
So take this echo, let it be your guide,
Through the dusty paths where memories abide,
For though the world may fade and bend,
The wandering minstrel's song will never end.
And as the dawn breaks on the distant hill,
Remember the stories that linger still,
For in the journey, we find our place,
In every fading firelight, love leaves a trace.
Folk
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