(verses 1)
I walk the paths we used to roam, the woods, the fields, the stream
Each memory, a stepping stone, within a waking dream
I see your smile and every face, hear your voice in every song
And long for the day you come home, where you truly belong
They say that time will heal the pain
And distance makes the heart grow fonder
But everyday feels just the same
A silent, aching wonder
Oh, brother, are you watching the same moon hanging high
Do you feel the miles between us when the cold wind whispers by
Every star a tiny prayer, I send across the sea
Come home safe, come home soon, back to family
(Chorus)
Glow wanes where passion once stood tall
A drugged haze dims the heedful call
Time steals what hearts dare try to bind
Soft whispers lost, a fractured mind
The void remains, no warmth to hold
A flame gone numb, forgotten gold
Yet echoes hum of yesteryears
Their shadows weep through tender tears
(Verse 2)
Dust devils dance on desert plains, the sun a hammer in the sky
Another day, the same refrains, of orders barked and reasons why
A soldier stands, rifle in hand, his gaze fixed on the distant line
But in his heart, a different land, where memories intertwine
He sees a porch swing in the breeze, a child's laughter soft and clear
Hears a whispered 'I love you, please,' a promise he holds ever dear
The sun dips low, painting the sky, with hues of orange, red, and gold
Another day has drifted by, another story yet to be told
Of sacrifice and love so deep, a bond that distance can't erase
While weary soldiers lie in sleep, dreaming of home, a familiar place
(Chorus)
Glow wanes where passion once stood tall
A drugged haze dims the heedful call
Time steals what hearts dare try to bind
Soft whispers lost, a fractured mind
The void remains, no warmth to hold
A flame gone numb, forgotten gold
Yet echoes hum of yesteryears
Their shadows weep through tender tears
(Pre-outro)
Beneath skies bruised, steel hearts tread
Earth drinks red where silence once bled
Boots drum dusk, shadows clutch breath
Honor bends, weighed down by death
(Outro)
Bloodied hands grasp fleeting grace
Memory dwells in each hollow space
Fields whisper names lost in fight
Souls march on, swallowed by night
AnnaJoslin