Shotgun Dreams

Whispered winds and broken dreams,

Echoes fading in between.

Old shot gun houses stand alone,

Stories carved in every stone.

Dusty roads and silent nights,

Memories of brighter lights.

Fragments of a past so grand,

Holding on with trembling hands.

Lost hopes in the midnight sky,

Fading stars, a silent cry.

Broken dreams, they still arise,

Underneath these battered skies.

Broken dreams and shot gun houses,

Hold the secrets of our vows.

Echoes of what used to be,

Fading into memory.

Broken dreams and shot gun houses,

Whisper stories, silent spouses.

In these walls, our time remains,

Holding ground through storms and rain.

Grit and grace in every crack,

Standing tall, never looking back.

Through the shadows, through the pain,

We find hope in the rain.

So here's to dreams that never die,

In shot gun houses, under open sky.

Though time has worn these walls thin,

We find strength from deep within.