Whispers on the old stone bridge,
Where shadows dance in gentle dawn,
The memories of times long past,
Flow softly like the river's song.
Faded laughter in the air,
A hollow refrain that drifts away,
In the echoes of a shattered past,
Lies a truth too hard to say.
The restless river weaves its tale,
A current pulling hearts apart,
Yet as the sun begins to rise,
I find the harmony in my heart.
Though fading memories linger on,
With every step, I claim my place,
Through tempests fierce and trials deep,
The dawn will always grace my face.
And so I stand upon this stone,
A witness to the life I've known,
With every ripple, every sigh,
I reach for what will never die.
For distant harmony calls my name,
And in its song, I'll learn to be,
Not just the shadow of the past,
But who I am, wild and free.
As the river runs, it carries me,
To shores where dreams and rivers meet,
The whispers fade yet still I find,
The threads of love and loss entwined.
In the quietude of this bridge,
Where time stands still, I feel alive,
For every memory, soft and bright,
Fills my spirit, helps me thrive.
So let the dawn break through the mist,
And weave my heart into the light,
On this old stone bridge, I'm not alone,
With every step, I claim my flight.
The echoes of the past will fade,
But in their wake, new paths unfold,
As whispers on the old stone bridge,
Become the tales that I will hold.
Folk
Old stone bridge, Fading memory, Gentle dawn, Restless river, Hollow refrain, Shattered past, Distant harmony
Folk
Old stone bridge, Fading memory, Gentle dawn, Restless river, Hollow refrain, Shattered past, Distant harmony