In the echo of forgotten dreams,
Where whispers softly tread,
I wander through the silent streams,
A path that once was led.

The stars above no longer guide,
Their light now dimmed and cold,
In the labyrinth where I reside,
Lost stories yet untold.

The winds carry a distant song,
Of who I used to be,
Yet in the melody, I long,
For traces left in me.

In the stillness of the night,
Where shadows softly creep,
I search for fragments of the light,
In dreams where I still sleep.