In the quiet night, where shadows play,
I wander through memories, drifting away.
A gentle strum on an old guitar,
Echoes of laughter from a forgotten bar.
The empty roads stretch beneath my feet,
Soft hum of crickets, a lullaby sweet.
Silent whispers dance through the trees,
Carrying secrets on a cool midnight breeze.
With every step, I feel the pull,
Of a wandering soul, in a heart so full.
Tracing the starlight that began to fade,
In the silence, a promise is softly made.
The moonlight sparkles on the edge of the dawn,
Calling me back where my heart feels at home.
Though the world may tire and time may dismiss,
I’ll find my way back through the night's gentle kiss.
So here in this moment, beneath silent skies,
I’ll cherish the journey where true comfort lies.
As fading stars whisper dreams into flight,
I’ll hold onto hope on this quiet night.
In the end, we find what we truly are,
Guided by faith and the light of a star.
With every heartbeat, every tale yet spun,
The wandering soul finds its way back home, one by one.
Indie
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