whispering pines

In a cabin by the whispering pines, Where shadows dance and the moonlight shines, I lay alone with a heart so still, Counting stars on the windowsill. Lonely echoes in the night, Faintly calling, lost in flight, In the silence, I confide, In the company of my own sighs. Memories like ghosts, they wander through, Old photographs and a faded view, Letters written, never sent, Words of love that never meant. Lonely echoes in the night, Faintly calling, lost in flight, In the silence, I confide, In the company of my own sighs. Every creak of the floorboards' song, Reminds me where I don't belong, In a world that's moving on, I'm the verse without a song. Through the panes, the morning breaks, But in my heart, the loneliness aches, In the forest, I find my way, A wandering soul at the break of day. Lonely echoes in the night, Faintly calling, lost in flight, In the silence, I confide, In the company of my own sighs. In the pines, I leave my name, A fleeting whisper in the flame, Alone but free, the story's mine, In the solitude of the whispering pines.