The radio plays a fading tune,
Our voices lost in the noise,
We raced through summers, gone too soon,
Were we just chasing joys?
The rhythm lingers, soft and slow,
Will it take us back again?
A melody I can’t forget,
The notes still pull me close.
Are we a dream that time outgrew,
Or something deeper, I still know?
The skyline burns with shades of gold,
Memories carved in open skies,
We promised never to grow old,
Now where are those goodbyes?
The road bends where the stories meet,
Familiar chords beneath my feet.
The song remains though words may fade,
A symphony of what we made.
The sound remains, it calls again,
Will it find us where we stand?
A melody I can’t forget,
The notes still pull me close.
Are we a dream that time outgrew,
Or something deeper, I still know?
