Memories

Carla & Paul aka Butterfly Division

In the quiet of the morning haze,
It drifts beneath the silver trees,
No sound escapes, no word betrays,
The sorrow stitched in memories.

It’s carrying a weight no one else can see,
A shadow made of silent history,
Every step, a whispered plea—
It’s carrying a weight no one else can see.

In the quiet of the morning haze,
It drifts beneath the silver trees,
No sound escapes, no word betrays,
The sorrow stitched in memories.

It’s carrying a weight no one else can see,
A shadow made of silent history,
Every step, a whispered plea—
It’s carrying a weight no one else can see.