The wind carries whispers of yesterday,
Footsteps fading on a quiet street.
I used to chase the echoes of my past,
But now I let them drift away.
The world turns, and so do I,
Winter fades, and I survive.
No need to hold what’s meant to go,
Like the spring, I’ll rise again.
All the flowers bloom in time,
Even when the nights are cold.
Soft and slow, the morning light,
Reminds me I am not alone.
The past is written in the falling leaves,
Stories carved in silver lines.
I don't need the answers anymore,
I just keep on walking blind.
The world turns, and so do I,
Winter fades, and I survive.
No need to hold what’s meant to go,
Like the spring, I’ll rise again.
All the flowers bloom in time,
Even when the nights are cold.
Soft and slow, the morning light,
Reminds me I am not alone.
Nothing stays, nothing stays,
But that's the beauty of the days.
We are here, then we fade,
And yet, we always find our way.
Like the spring, I’ll rise again.
Like the spring, I’ll rise again.