Echoes of Summer

When answers slip through my fingers like sand,
On questions that seem so simple and clear,
I find a corner where the seasons disband,
By the riverbed, dry like my uncried tears.


And maybe, just maybe, reaching the edge,
I'll dream myself back to that house where I played,
Where laughter’s a ghost now, a silent pledge,
Just the wind swaying swings in the shade.


Words that I can't find float away in the mist,
Lost in the echoes of what we once knew,
I've searched for your heart, in the dark I persist,
In a maze of memories, drawn out for me and you.


And maybe, just maybe, reaching the edge,
I'll dream myself back to that house where I played,
Where laughter’s a ghost now, a silent pledge,
Just the wind swaying swings in the shade.


In a moment it clicks, as the stars align,
We've grown up and changed in these sweet, tender days,
It's bittersweet truth when the past starts to shine,
As the river flows back, we’ll remember our ways.


And maybe, just maybe, reaching the edge,
I'll dream myself back to that house where I played,
Where laughter’s a ghost now, a silent pledge,
Just the wind swaying swings in the shade.


And another will come, to find where we dwelled,
To walk through the whispers of dreams left untold,
In that house full of shadows, where no one compels,
Just the wind swaying swings as the memories unfold.
Just the wind swaying swings, as the memories unfold