Empty Swing Set

Dust motes dance in sunlight, across the porch so wide, Where laughter used to echo, with you right by my side. Now the wooden swing set stands, a silhouette of gray, A silent, stark reminder of a brighter yesterday. The garden we once tended, the roses overgrown, Each tangled vine a memory, a seed that we had sown. The colors seem less vibrant, the air feels still and deep, Like a forgotten photograph, secrets it does keep. (Chorus) Oh, this empty swing set, swaying gently in the breeze, A lonely, rhythmic motion through the rustling of the trees. It whispers tales of childhood, of dreams that used to fly, Beneath a sky that's heavy now, with tears I cannot cry. I walk the worn-out pathway, where little feet once ran, And try to find the echo of your small and eager hand. The silence here is deafening, a hollow, empty sound, Where joyful shouts and giggles used so freely to abound. Oh, this empty swing set, swaying gently in the breeze, A lonely, rhythmic motion through the rustling of the trees. It whispers tales of childhood, of dreams that used to fly, Beneath a sky that's heavy now, with tears I cannot cry. Maybe someday the sun will break, and chase these clouds away, And new life will awaken, in this garden cold and gray. But the ghost of happy moments will forever linger near, A bittersweet reflection, holding memories so dear. Oh, this empty swing set, swaying gently in the breeze, A lonely, rhythmic motion through the rustling of the trees. It whispers tales of childhood, of dreams that used to fly, Beneath a sky that's heavy now, with tears I cannot cry. Empty swing set... a silent, gentle sway... Empty swing set... where did the laughter go today?