A crack in the pavement holds my past Faint shadows stretch but never last I hear the laughter It fades like smoke Each step I take feels like a joke Whispers in the wind They call my name Soft as a memory Wild as a flame I reach but they slip Like grains of sand Time’s a thief I’ll never understand The sky wears colors I used to know Golden edges where the sunsets go A melody hums through the amber light But fades away before the night Photographs curled at the edges torn Faces smiling but the paper’s worn I try to hold them I try to stay But they melt into the yesterday Whispers in the wind They call my name Soft as a memory Wild as a flame I reach but they slip Like grains of sand Time’s a thief I’ll never understand
