As I walk this moonlit path,
With shadows dancing slow,
The autumn breeze wraps 'round my heart,
In a world I used to know.
Each step I take on the fading trail,
Brings echoes of a hollow tune,
Where dreams once bloomed in a timeless meadow,
Beneath a silvery moon.
The drifting winds, they carry tales,
Of love that slipped away,
Where laughter lingered on the air,
Now silence seems to stay.
I gather memories like autumn leaves,
Each one a vibrant hue,
Yet they scatter in the fading light,
Just like I always knew.
Oh, the whispers on the wistful wind,
Are calling me to stay,
But I must follow where the heart leads,
On this winding, lonesome way.
For every path has its end in sight,
And every song must fade,
Yet here I find a gentle peace,
In the choices we have made.
So I’ll cherish these moments, fleeting,
In the twilight’s tender glow,
As I breathe in the soft embrace,
Of the stories yet to unfold.
With the fading light and the drifting winds,
I’ll face what lies in store,
For every winding trail I follow,
Leads me home forevermore.
Folk
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