In the meadow where we danced, beneath the silver stars,
We carved our names in whispered dreams, too young to know the scars.
Each path we took led deeper where the wildflowers grew,
But heartache found its way to us, as storms are bound to do.
With every breeze that swept the field, I felt your gentle touch,
The laughter in your eyes, my love, it filled my heart so much.
But time is like a fleeting bird, it flits and fades away,
And freedom in its cruel embrace turned our joy to gray.
We wandered through the shadows cast by memories of light,
Searching for the solace that would guide us through the night.
But every step I took with you was tinged with silent pain,
For love that once had flourished found itself in heavy rain.
So I’ll walk this path alone, where the grass grows long and wild,
And whisper to the stars above, a dreamer’s heart, a child.
The echoes of our laughter linger in the cooling air,
But heartache teaches lessons, and freedom leads to care.
In the meadow we once danced, where wildflowers bloom still,
The wind carries the stories that our hearts can’t help but spill.
Though seasons change and rivers bend, my spirit learns to roam,
In every shadow cast by love, I’ll find my way back home.
So when you gaze upon the stars, remember what we knew,
In the dance of life and love, I’ll always carry you.
Though heartache may have shaped our paths, and freedom holds its sway,
In that meadow, where we danced, our love will never stray.
Folk
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