The travel

(Verse 1) The sun paints the horizon gold, A canvas fading, stories unfold. In an open book, pages turned yellow, Tales of time, by someone written mellow. (Chorus) In every line, a sigh, a moment lived, A treasure kept, a secret unforgiven. Shadows lengthen, night begins to creep, And in the soul, darkness starts to seep. (Verse 2) The clock ticks on, relentless and stern, Hours escape, a river we cannot turn. An old record player spins its tune, Songs of the past, voices of a bygone noon. (Chorus) In every line, a sigh, a moment lived, A treasure kept, a secret unforgiven. Shadows lengthen, night begins to creep, And in the soul, darkness starts to seep. (Bridge) In the misty mirror, a face that's changing, Revealing the paths of a map rearranging. The planet spins, continuing its course, Leaving behind seasons, memories lost in force. (Chorus) In every line, a sigh, a moment lived, A treasure kept, a secret unforgiven. Shadows lengthen, night begins to creep, And in the soul, darkness starts to seep.