In the corridors of time, where shadows play,
Forgotten whispers linger, fade away,
Memories once vivid, now a blur,
In the quiet corners, unheard they stir.

The days we danced in golden light,
Now buried deep in endless night,
Faces and names, they slip from view,
Like morning mist in skies of blue.

Hearts that once beat in perfect rhyme,
Now lost to the cruel hands of time,
Echoes of laughter, tears once shed,
In the silence, they are quietly led.

Yet in the stillness, a spark remains,
A whisper of love through ancient chains,
Though forgotten by the world so vast,
In the soul, such memories hold fast.