Whispers of Yesterday

I remember long dirt roads and grandma's porch swing,

When evenings were painted with fireflies and dreams.

Daddy's old truck and a dog by my side,

Those memories linger in the cool countryside.

We'd pick wildflowers down by the creek,

With laughter that echoed through tall, rustling trees.

Momma's sweet voice sang lullabies at dusk,

Those simple times, they filled my heart with trust.

Oh, whispers of yesterday, they call out my name,

A song of old days, like a candle's soft flame.

My heart longs to go back, to feel that warm embrace,

In the arms of the past, where life had a slower pace.

Summer nights spent under a blanket of stars,

Dreaming 'bout the future in endless memoirs.

Sunday dinners with the whole family 'round,

Momma’s fried chicken was the best in town.

The school bell rang, and we'd race across the yard,

Chasin' each other and playin' so hard.

First love, first kiss, by the old oak tree,

Sweet nostalgia, you still haunt me.

Oh, whispers of yesterday, they call out my name,

A song of old days, like a candle's soft flame.

My heart longs to go back, to feel that warm embrace,

In the arms of the past, where life had a slower pace.