Creaking stairs lead up the way
To where the forgotten treasures stay
Moonbeams cut the dusty air
Whispers of the past are there
In this dusty attic room so high
Hidden stories drift on by
Faded traces time leaves behind
Nostalgia stirring in my mind
Old photo albums, letters worn
Laughter, tears from days reborn
Objects holding memories deep
Secrets that the silence keep
In this dusty attic room so high
Hidden stories drift on by
Faded traces time leaves behind
Nostalgia stirring in my mind
Feels like stepping back in time
Lost in thoughts that feel sublime
Just lingering in yesterday
Faintly calling... come what may...
Memories softly... light the way...