Under soft moonrise
The shadows play
Whispering winds took you away
I search the dusk
I search the dawn
But the trace of you is long since gone
The stars fall silent
Their light grows cold
The echoes fade of tales we told
The path once shared now winds alone
No song remains
No seeds are sown
Oh the ache of time
It bids me learn
A heart that yearns must slow and burn
But oh
Should fate turn back the skies
I’d see my world in your lost eyes
The crimson sun sinks low and wide
Casting its grief on world’s divide
Each fleeting bird
Each rustling tree
Brings whispers of what will never be
The river flows
No course rewinds
No wealth of words can heal the binds
A silence deep
A tear’s refrain
Forever left with love’s remain
Oh the ache of time
It bids me learn
A heart that yearns must slow and burn
But oh
Should fate turn back the skies
I’d see my world in your lost eyes