On a lonely street where shadows play,
I hear the soft breeze carry me away,
An echoed voice calls me from the past,
But memories fade too quickly, they never last.
With every step, there’s a quiet pulse,
Beating like a heart that I can’t repulse,
A timeless tune drifts through the night,
Guiding my heart with its gentle light.
Beneath the velvet glow of a distant star,
I wander in the silence, searching near and far,
Each fading memory entwined with my soul,
In the whispers of the night, I’m feeling whole.
Questions linger like the fog in the air,
Yet in this moment, I find everywhere,
The echoes remind me of places I’ve been,
In the fabric of dreams, where I have always seen.
So let the night embrace all our careful fears,
As the soft breeze carries away our tears,
And in the quiet pulse of this endless tune,
We’ll dance with the shadows, beneath the silvered moon.
For life is a journey woven through time,
In the echoes and moments, we find our rhyme,
So take my hand, let’s create something new,
In the whispers of a faded dream, I’ll walk with you.
Indie
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