In the stillness where the shadows play,
An echoed voice calls me away,
Whispers of a wandering mind,
Chasing dreams I can't seem to find.
Like driftwood heart on a restless sea,
Carried by the tides of memory,
Subtle chords in the evening air,
Strumming softly, catching despair.
A distant hum of what could’ve been,
Plays a tune on the edges of skin,
A quiet soul in the depths of night,
Searching for comfort in fading light.
With every step on this lonesome road,
I gather fragments of stories untold,
In every laugh and every sigh,
Moments that flicker but never die.
As the sun sets, painting skies in gold,
I hold onto memories like treasures to hold,
Though the world dims and shadows start to sway,
There's beauty in letting the past drift away.
So here I stand, with a heart set free,
Embracing what’s gone, embracing the me,
In the dance of shadows, there’s hope in the ride,
For every ending brings a whisper inside.
Indie
Echoed voice, Wandering mind, Driftwood heart, Subtle chords, Distant hum, Quiet soul, Fading light