Walking Home

I heard your voice in the still of night,
Like a whisper caught in fading light.
The echoes dance where shadows creep,
In the corners where secrets sleep.

Oh, the moon — it knows my pain,
It sees the tears that fall like rain.
Beneath the stars, I walk alone,
I’m lost, but I’m still walking home.

The pavement hums with the weight of time,
Every step feels like a crime.
Your memory’s a haunting song,
It lingers though you’ve been gone so long.

Oh, the moon — it knows my pain,
It sees the tears that fall like rain.
Beneath the stars, I walk alone,
I’m lost, but I’m still walking home.

If I could turn back the ticking hands,
Rewrite our story in softer strands.
Hold you close — let silence speak,
Erase the ache these nights repeat.

Oh, the moon — it knows my pain,
It sees the tears that fall again.
Under the dawn’s first fragile glow,
I’m lost… but I’m still walking home.