In the quiet of the evening, with the stars all aglow,
I wander down this winding path, where gentle breezes blow.
The moon hangs like a lantern, guiding lost souls on their way,
And I trace the steps of memories, as the night begins to sway.
Whispers float upon the breeze, tales of yesteryear,
Echoing through the shadows, pulling me so near.
Each stone upon this old, worn road, speaks of love and pain,
The laughter and the heartaches, woven through the rain.
I catch a glimpse of your face in the shimmer of the light,
A tender touch, a laugh we shared, in the stillness of the night.
Though time has flown like a feather, drifting further from my reach,
I hold onto those moments, in the lessons that they teach.
The path may twist and turn with time, leading to unknown lands,
But I’ll follow where the whispers go, across the golden sands.
For in the glow of silver dreams, your spirit walks with me,
Through every shadowed memory, you remain my deepest sea.
So let the moonlight bathe my heart, as I sing this song anew,
With every note, I carve your name, in the heavens painted blue.
And as the dawn breaks on this road, I'll find my way once more,
For love's a light that never fades, on every distant shore.
I’ll carry forth our stories, through the whispers of the night,
In my heart, you’ll always dwell, where everything feels right.
And in the quiet moments, when the world grows still and wide,
I’ll walk this path of memories, with you forever by my side.
Folk
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