I held you like a whispered vow,
Afraid that time would crease your brow.
A folded edge, a sigh too loud,
I kept you still below the cloud.
Time moved on with quiet grace, oh,
Unseen, it wandered soft in place.
The light once bright, now fades away, oh,
And brings a shade of pale gray to stay.
And though the light no longer gleams,
You anchor all my hidden dreams, um, ooh.
I tried to let the weight go free,
But it still holds a part of me, um, ooh.
You hold the stars I used to chase,
The echo of a younger grace.
A treasure wrapped in gentle hands,
Pristine from dust or shifting sands.
But morning came, I looked away,
The sacred slipped into dawn.
Time moved on with quiet grace, oh,
Unseen, it wandered soft in place.
You stayed behind where silence grew, oh,
Your colors drained to ashen hue.
And though the light no longer gleams,
You anchor all my hidden dreams, um, ooh.
I tried to let the weight go free,
But it still holds a part of me, um, ooh.
You hold the stars I used to chase,
The echo of a younger grace.