The moment past, it never truly fades,
But lingers, hushed, in shadows deep,
At a bend unseen, the road's dark glades,
Where feelings live, and secrets sleep.
With tender hopes, a spirit sighs,
While I, a traveler, quickly roam,
That moment waits, before my eyes,
Like ancient tree, that calls me home.
This echo, too, of moments lost,
Still clings, a presence near and dear,
Around the paths my journey crossed,
And whispers in my listening ear.
My soul, wherever you may roam,
Be mindful, love, and tread with care,
Your home awaits, a sheltering dome,
And calls you back, beyond compare.
Return again, return again, return again.
My journey's pause, the place I knew,
Where I had paused, a fleeting stay,
And thought that life would end anew,
But fate decreed a brighter day.
To start anew, my destiny,
To wander on, my very core,
These songs, these tales, they came to me,
Along this path, to evermore.
These treasures found, so rich and rare,
A glimpse of beauty, take a look,
Could any of these be yours to share?
Return again, return again, return again.
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