
The lanes you once wandered,
The views you once held close,
The places that lifted your spirit,
The ones who once stood beside are lost in their own ways,
It is not them, but the echoes, that murmur , the tales of what once was.

The lanes you once wandered,
The views you once held close,
The places that lifted your spirit,
The ones who once stood beside are lost in their own ways,
It is not them, but the echoes, that murmur , the tales of what once was.