In a field of shadows, where the wildflowers grow,
I remember our laughter, the stories we’d sow.
With roots that run deep, like the trees in the sun,
You whispered your secrets, and I felt we were one.
We danced on the breeze, with the sky as our stage,
Every moment we shared, turned the heart of a page.
Through the whispers of willows, your love came to me,
In the depth of that twilight, I found my own key.
Chasing dreams on the pathway, beneath the blue skies,
We ventured through valleys, where the wild echo flies.
With your hand clasped in mine, we’d break every chain,
In fields of the heart, we’d sow freedom from pain.
But time took you wandering, as the seasons turned cold,
Yet the roots that we've planted will never grow old.
For the love that we shared can’t be lost in the night,
Like the stars in the heavens, you’ll always be light.
So I’ll walk through the meadows, where our spirits once soared,
And remember the laughter that our hearts once adored.
In the field of shadows, where the memories play,
I’ll hold on to freedom, in love’s gentle sway.
As the daylight is fading, and the dusk paints it gold,
I find hope in the echoes of the stories retold.
In the dance of the twilight, our love remains true,
Forever in that field, I’ll be waiting for you.
Folk
Field, shadow, roots, love, freedom