The wind whispered low through the olive trees
A memory carved in the evening breeze
Your shadow fades as the dusk turns gray
And I feel you slipping further away
The path we walked now feels so bare
The scent of jasmine lingers in the air
Every echo fades into the past
A fleeting moment
Too fragile to last
Oh
The stars won't shine like they did before
The moonlight lost what I once adored
No map
No guide
No thread to mend
A hollow ache where we meet the end
Beneath the pines
Where secrets crouched low
A silence grows that you used to know
The birds take flight where sweet songs lay
They carry the mourning to the break of day
The river flows
Indifferent and wide
Carving the land
It can't be denied
It takes with it all the things unsaid
And leaves my heart as heavy as lead
Oh
The stars won't shine like they did before
The moonlight lost what I once adored
No map
No guide
No thread to mend
A hollow ache where we meet the end