All came back again—the rain, the wind,
The cool breeze carrying songs within;
The same old music played once more,
Like memories knocking at my door.
The cool breeze carrying songs within;
The same old music played once more,
Like memories knocking at my door.
The world looked similar, yet not the same,
Time had changed everything without a name;
The places remained, the moments passed,
What I was searching was never meant to last.
I looked for something that wasn’t there,
A shadow hidden in empty air;
Should I smile, should I sigh, should I stay?
Or accept the truth and walk away?
The answer whispers, soft and clear
Move ahead, leave behind the fear;
But will this immature heart understand,
Or keep searching with an open hand?
It waits, it breaks, it tries again,
Holding memories like drops of rain;
Yet deep inside, one truth I know
Some stories end… and we let them go.
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