Only Beautiful Songs Here.
Only Beautiful Songs Here.
In the quiet of the morning, when the world begins to wake,
I find myself remembering, for goodness gracious sake,
The whispers that we shared, beneath the moon’s soft gleam,
A love I thought was boundless, a beautiful, waking dream.
In the quiet corners where shadows used to play,
I once believed my journey was a solitary way.
A silent, weary traveler, on paths I had to roam,
With only whispered hopes, wishing for a home.
The world could feel so vast, an endless, open space,
Each step a fragile echo, leaving not a trace.
