Dusty Frames

In a small town where the river winds,
We were young, we had all the time.
Lazy days and endless skies,
Chasing dreams with open eyes.

Verse

Footprints in the sand, left behind,
Whispers of a past we find.
Photographs held in dusty frames,
Echoes calling out our names.

Chorus

Memories, they never fade,
In my heart, they’re always stayed.
Through the years, they come alive,
A timeless song that keeps me by.

Chorus
Memories, they light the way,
Guiding me through night and day.
In my soul, they’re here to stay,
Forever young, they never sway.