Faded Echos

You no longer feel what you once felt,

Becoming strangers once again.

Things always have to change.

What once lit fire now leaves you cold,

A story is retold, but not as bold.

Change doesn’t knock — it storms the gate,

Unraveling dreams we thought were fate.

The faces fade, the places blur,

Moments vanish in a silent stir.

We lose, we grieve, and we start again —

That’s the way of life; it always repeats again.

But in the ruins, something grows —

The heart rebuilds from 

what it knows.