Lost

"Searching for echoes of yesterday,

In the silence, chances slipped away.

Brushstrokes of words we didn't say,

Painting memories in shades of gray."

Ooooo ohhhhh ooooo

But silence speaks of chances lost,

In the quiet, we bear the cost.

Standing alone where dreams once stood,

Mending in the stillness, if only we could."

Ooooo ooooo