DISCLAIMER: This song discusses serious topics and is rather depressing.
Empty chair, a hollow ache, where laughter used to bloom
Footprints fading in the dust, a melody cut short in gloom
Sunlight sifts through broken glass, paints shadows on the wall
Whispers of your name, echoes through the hall.
Memories dance like fireflies, fleeting sparks in the night
Familiar scents, a phantom touch, a whisper in the fading light
The world spins on, oblivious, to the storm within my soul
A symphony of shattered dreams, taking its untamed toll.
In the mist, a fragile hope, a whisper soft and low
A seed of grace, a tender bloom, where grief refused to go
The sun will rise, the clouds will part, the rain will kiss the ground
And in the garden of my heart, your memory will be found.
Grief, a shroud of ashen tears, a melody of pain
Will transform to gentle rain, then sunlight after rain
The echoes of your laughter lost, will linger in the breeze
And though you're gone, I'll hold you close, your love a guiding light at ease.
So I'll sing this song, a lullaby, to the one who's flown away
A promise etched in every note, that love will find its way
Through whispers of the wind, my dear, my love will never cease
And in the tapestry of time, we'll find eternal peace.
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Fraggle Rock Short Stories
RandomHere are some Fraggle Rock short stories I have written over the past year.
