[Instrumental] [Verse 1] The days of my past, like leaves in a stream, Were swept by the tide of a long-faded dream. In pages now worn, all dusty and grey, My heart clings to moments time carried away. [Verse 2] Ash-colored echoes drift into the haze, They flicker and fade in sorrowful plays. They rise for a breath, then vanish so fast, Like smoke that dissolves in shadows once cast. [Instrumental] [Verse 3] What once I had been is no more than shade, Yet all of my present on that was laid. A toy from a time when dreams were still bright, Now buried beneath the leaves of my night. [Verse 4] The past doesn’t speak with voices so clear, Its whispers are fading, too faint to hear. Like dew on the edge of petals now torn, It sighs as a ghost of memories worn. [Verse 5] And when all is still, no echo remains, I’ll step from the shadow, freed from its chains. A brittle old laugh may rise in the gloom— As I walk again through yesterday’s room. [Instrumental] [End]
