Fields of Forgotten Dreams
In fields of forgotten dreams we tread,
Through shades of autumn's fleeting gold.
With sepia skies above our head,
In whispers of the tales untold.
Through shades of autumn's fleeting gold,
The past and future intertwine.
In whispers of the tales untold,
We find the stars once failed to shine.
The past and future intertwine,
On paths where time has let us roam.
We find the stars once failed to shine,
Yet guide us gently, leading home.
On paths where time has let us roam,
With sepia skies above our head,
Yet guide us gently, leading home,
In fields of forgotten dreams we tread.