In the quiet hours before dawn breaks,
I trace your memory in the shadows,
Love lingering like the scent of rain on dry earth,
Longing whispers through the silence,
A melody we danced to, now echoes,
As I wait for you in dreams not yet forgotten.
J
In the quiet hours before dawn breaks,
I trace your memory in the shadows,
Love lingering like the scent of rain on dry earth,
Longing whispers through the silence,
A melody we danced to, now echoes,
As I wait for you in dreams not yet forgotten.