In the echoes of the night, I hear your name,
Carried on the whispers where the shadows play.
Through the distance, memories linger like a flame,
Each step a reminder of the games we’d brave.
As the stars above us showed the way to dreams,
We traced the outlines of the paths unknown,
With each heartbeat, a new chance to reveal,
The secrets of the journeys that we've flown.
Nostalgia drifts like smoke on a cool autumn breeze,
Painting pictures of laughter in the trees,
We danced beneath the silver light of the moon,
Every promise made echoed too soon.
Time, it bends and twists like an old guitar string,
Playing the songs only half-remembered,
With every turn we took beneath the deafening ring,
Every moment and every word still tethered.
And in the discovery, we found our truth,
Woven in the threads of a borrowed time,
The distance only deepened the roots of our youth,
Two souls entwined, lost in their rhyme.
So take my hand as we wander, just one more mile,
Through the valleys of dreams and the rivers of doubt,
With every glance, I can still see your smile,
Guiding me home wherever we’re bound.
As the morning breaks, we'll shed the night,
With the echoes of our laughter wrapped in the light,
So here’s to the journey, to the tales we've spun,
In this tapestry of time, together as one.
Indie
Time, Distance, Nostalgia, Discovery, Journey