On a rolling hillside where the shadows play,
In the fading twilight, I lose my way,
A wandering stream flows by in a sigh,
Telling tales of the moments that slip by.
With a broken compass in my tired hand,
I search for a sign in this forgotten land,
Midnight valley wraps me in its veil,
While distant whispers echo like a haunting tale.
The moonlight dances on the leaves so bright,
Guiding me softly through the velvet night,
Each step I take is a promised boon,
As I hum along to a whispered tune.
Through thickets of dreams where the wildflowers grow,
I follow the path that the starlight shows,
Under the canopy of endless schemes,
I gather the pieces of old, secret dreams.
As the world around me begins to bend,
I find a solace in the lines I send,
And in the twilight, with a heart so true,
I discover the magic in the life I pursue.
With eyes wide open to what lies ahead,
Each whispered note finds the words unsaid,
In this midnight valley where love can bloom,
I’ll wander forever, beneath the stars’ loom.
So let the winds carry my heartfelt song,
In a land of the lost, where I belong,
As the whispers fade with the break of dawn,
I'll treasure the journeys, where the heart has drawn.
Folk
Rolling hillside, Fading twilight, Wandering stream, Broken compass, Midnight valley, Distant whispers, Whispered tune
Folk
Rolling hillside, Fading twilight, Wandering stream, Broken compass, Midnight valley, Distant whispers, Whispered tune