================================================== ================================================== ♫🎵♪🎶ılılıll |̲̅̅●̲̅̅|̲̅̅=̲̅̅|̲̅̅●̲̅̅| llılılı ♫🎶♪🎵 Wir haben eine deutschsprachige Community aufgebaut: Wir sind die 🔊StorytellerZ und Du findest uns im Discord unter: 📞 https://discord.gg/storytellerz ▄ █ ▄ █ ▄ ▄ █ ▄ █ ▄ █ ♫͙◟̊₍ꃔ₎◞🎵♪🎶◟₍ꃔ₎◞̊♫͙ ================================================== ================================================== Lyrics: Late night murmurs drift through town From bar to booth and hall A fragile rumor travels slow About a girl who asks them all She walks through every doorway Soft but steady as she roams A photograph clutched in her hand A soldier smiling in his uniform She lifts it gently to the light So every stranger clearly sees And asks the same small question In a voice that almost pleads “Have you seen my Tom?” she whispers Hope still shining in her eyes Somebody mentions quietly A man who hears the city’s sighs High above the restless skyline Where the quiet secrets dwell Lives a man who hears the rumors G. R. Ebell But some truths stay locked in silence Promises a soul must keep Even when a heart is searching Through the streets that never sleep One small envelope arrived there At a door of steel and glass Just the picture of a soldier And a question from the past Ebell held the fading image In the quiet amber light And the weight of what he knew there Turned the evening into night Some vows are made in silence With no witness in the room And breaking them would shatter More than one forgotten tomb So the truth remained unspoken Where the skyline meets the sky And the man who knew the answer Sent another kind reply Down below one morning early At her door a message fell Just a dozen crimson roses Sent by Ebell No confession on the paper No long story left to tell Just a gentle line of comfort Signed by Ebell “Never let your hope grow silent” Were the only words he wrote And the roses filled the hallway With their quiet velvet note - Far above the waking skyline Where old promises still dwell One man stood beside the window G. R. Ebell
