Echoes in stillness
I hang in shadows, bound and still,
No pulse to follow, no will to fill.
My hands, they ache to trace the air,
Yet freeze, suspended, unaware.
I once had purpose, clear and true,
To walk each moment, step with you.
Now I just watch the fading light,
A quiet witness to your flight.
You pass...
No pulse to follow, no will to fill.
My hands, they ache to trace the air,
Yet freeze, suspended, unaware.
I once had purpose, clear and true,
To walk each moment, step with you.
Now I just watch the fading light,
A quiet witness to your flight.
You pass...