Their all just shadows,
Of stories that already gone.
Walking down memory lane.
The lane is far and faded.
Sometimes it makes me smile,
To where I've been and who I've met,
To where I am now.
I'm thinking of you when the sun is setting.
Physically your just a picture,
But in my thought you're a little deeper.
Some of us are simply learning lessons,
Some permanently imprinted.
Voices soft and slow,
Take me to a place more familiar.