Moving On

A mirror's edge, it shows the years

A map of laughter, lines and tears

A whispered tale of what was near

And what slipped through the cracks

The days grew roots, the nights took flight

Burnt like moss and borrowed light

But love had waned in fading light

It left shadows in its tracks

Cloud keeps spinning threads of gold

A past a hand that cannot hold

We were wild, we were fire, we were free

Now I'm falling into tomorrow, just me

Every ending's a scene, every heart learns to grow

From the ashes of love, something new starts to glow

The echoes hum of silent rains

A ghost of us in windowpane

But still the earth forgets its chains

And turns to face the dawn

See the spring winters pose

With the cracks of new toes

What's was lost can be my own

If I keep moving

What's was lost can be my own

If I keep moving