Somewhere inside the whispering woods
Somewhere that once was our private place,
One of God's boons,
Under the majestic chants of birds' race.

Lies a serene cabin, a haven of memories,
Of you and I under the moonlit sky.
Where we used to sing, haunting melodies,
Beneath the stars, where dreams would fly.

Now, some parts of us lie deep below,
Six feet under...
Leaving behind aching sorrow,
And I can't help but wonder,

If our cabin was watered by the rain.
Do roses bloom where we once tread?
In shadows cast by lingering pain,
I'm scared to return, filled with dread.

Opening Pandora's box, I hesitate,
Afraid of old memories that won't abate.
Fearing the echoes of time's cruel gate,
Haunted by memories sealed by fate.

Yet strangely, I don't despise,
The pain that floods and fills my eyes.