Silent Fields of Grace

Walking through fields of silent grace, dandelions whisper in the wind

Shadows dance on the fading face of dusk, under skies so gray and thin

A lonely figure draped in dark, moves softly past the dying light

Lost within the forests' bark, searching for the stars at night

Echoes of a distant call, calling from the void of dawn

In the quiet, hear the fall, of what was, and what's gone on

Whispered secrets on the breeze, stories buried in the ground

Seeking moments in the trees, where no one else is found

Fly with me beyond the clouds, where dreams are free to soar

Hear the silence in the sounds, of what we're fighting for

Hold on tight as night descends, the darkness and the dawn

Together we transcend, as worlds are reborn

Underneath the moonlit sky, echoes of our ancient song

Time dissolves, and we deny, the fears that we belong

To shadows, to the dark, where hope begins anew

In this sacred, silent park, I find myself in you

So we'll walk this silent land, with the stars above our heads

Hand in hand, we'll understand, the words that need not be said

For in this quiet space, our spirits freely fly

Embracing time and space, beneath the endless sky