In the glow of a waning day,
With fading echoes of what we used to say,
I trace the lines of a quiet rhythm,
Hoping to find where the light was hidden.
Where the broken wings of yesterday
Still whisper dreams as we drift away,
My wandering feet on this sandy ground,
Searching for solace in the lost and found.
Through shimmering stars, I dare to believe,
That even the night hides a chance to receive,
A hopeful heart that beats through the dark,
A flicker of flame igniting the spark.
Oh, the tides may pull us far apart,
But I carry your song deep within my heart,
On distant shores where the ocean calls,
I’ll heed the whispers, I’ll break down the walls.
In the silence, I’ll keep your name,
In the stillness, I’ll whisper the same,
As I walk this path, embraced by the breeze,
I’ll find you again in the rustling leaves.
With every step, the journey unfolds,
Through wandering dreams and tales yet untold,
Under the canvas where the starlight sings,
I’ll soar on the winds with my broken wings.
So let the echoes of the past fade away,
In this quiet rhythm, we’ll find our way,
For on those distant shores we’ll rise from the night,
A hopeful heart guiding us towards the light.
And in the morning, as the dawn paints the sky,
We’ll dance to the melody, you and I,
With a love that’s forever, unbreakably whole,
Together we'll chase the horizon with soul.
Indie
Distant shores, Fading echoes, Quiet rhythm, Broken wings, Wandering feet, Shimmering stars, Hopeful heart