Cold rain on a dusty street
Footsteps echo where lovers meet
Broken dreams in the falling light
Maret whispers through the night
Lantern's glow in a window pane
Soft sighs carried in the rain
Old memories in a fading town
Maret wears a weathered crown
Maret
She speaks of yesterdays
Of fleeting time and walked-away
Ghosts of moments left behind
In her voice
The shadows wind
Train tracks rust beneath her feet
Silent stories hardly sweet
Passengers of days gone by
Maret hums a lullaby
Street lights flicker
Barely hold
Against the chill so dark
So cold
Maret’s song a whispered prayer
In the quiet
Lost somewhere
Maret
She speaks of yesterdays
Of fleeting time and walked-away
Ghosts of moments left behind
In her voice
The shadows wind
