Lyrics
[Verse]
Down the lane where the swing would creak
Under skies that whispered
Pale and meek
Barefoot summers
Dirt on the toes
A world so big
How little it shows
[Chorus]
Childhood speaks in the hum of the breeze
Carving its tales on the bended trees
Simple days
How they slip through our hands
Like grains of sand
Or faraway lands
[Verse 2]
A moth by the porch light
Flickering bright
Chasing the shadows we made in the night
Laughter echoed through the starry dome
But time
That thief
Has called it home
[Bridge]
Mud-stained knees and a carefree stride
A pocket full of dreams I'd confide
But the clock
It steals like a gentle crook
Leaving me only a memory's look
[Chorus]
Childhood speaks in the hum of the breeze
Carving its tales on the bended trees
Simple days
How they slip through our hands
Like grains of sand
Or faraway lands
[Outro]
If I could bottle the warmth it gave me
I'd take a sip when the world turns hazy
A refuge it was
An anchor
A song
A place in my heart where I still belong
Style
nostalgicfolkwarmacoustic
Prompt
I remember Childhood. It makes me feel Warm. I miss My childhood. Time flies by so Slowly. My favorite genre of music is Folk.
Credits
Prompt byRadin
GeneratedMar 7, 2025
ModelAria v4
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