Time stood still and you were there,
Golden girl with windswept hair.
But time moves on, it will not wait,
It left me at the garden gate.
The wind crept in through silent cracks,
Like memories that pull me back.
Your presence once lit up my skies,
Without you, love just slowly dies.
The sunlight reached the isle unknown,
Where echoes rest and dreams have flown.
A place of sorrow, soft and deep,
Where yearning sings itself to sleep.
The notes now whisper in my ear,
Let go the weight, release the fear.
Yet still I ask with breath held tight,
Which voice in me is truly right?
Vines grew around the rocks I knew,
They held me fast, as doubt still grew.
So I left one truth for all to see
Be yourself, and you’ll be free.
May 12, 2025
May 12, 2025 at 12:51 PM UTC
Time stood still and you were there,
Golden girl with windswept hair.
But time moves on, it will not wait,
It left me at the garden gate.
The wind crept in through silent cracks,
Like memories that pull me back.
Your presence once lit up my skies,
Without you, love just slowly dies.
The sunlight reached the isle unknown,
Where echoes rest and dreams have flown.
A place of sorrow, soft and deep,
Where yearning sings itself to sleep.
The notes now whisper in my ear,
Let go the weight, release the fear.
Yet still I ask with breath held tight,
Which voice in me is truly right?
Vines grew around the rocks I knew,
They held me fast, as doubt still grew.
So I left one truth for all to see
Be yourself, and you’ll be free.
Written under the spell of a melody
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