Every moment today lives as light,
light to relive those moments again in today’s dark.
To smile like a ray of morning gold,
without realizing it’s a dream,
A dream I wish to be true every time I pray.
The days I visit so my heart knows it’s home,
Home to my memories.
Nostalgia returns when the winds blush,
or when the rain showers
and my eyes shine bright,
setting your footprints on my heart,
Not long until my heart’s homeland
learns to hold it tightly
in my home of memories.
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025 at 2:27 PM UTC
Every moment today lives as light,
light to relive those moments again in today’s dark.
To smile like a ray of morning gold,
without realizing it’s a dream,
A dream I wish to be true every time I pray.
The days I visit so my heart knows it’s home,
Home to my memories.
Nostalgia returns when the winds blush,
or when the rain showers
and my eyes shine bright,
setting your footprints on my heart,
Not long until my heart’s homeland
learns to hold it tightly
in my home of memories.
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