The creaking gate swings with a groan,
I can hear footsteps echo through silent air. 
A withered tree stands overgrown,                  
Roots entwined with forgotten care.

I can hear footsteps echo through silent air, 
Faint laughter drifts from years erased. 
Roots entwined with forgotten care, 
Time’s veil parts, my memories interlaced. 

Faint laughter drifts from years erased, 
A dusty swing sways in the breeze. 
Time’s veil parts, my memories interlaced, 
Loved ones' faces emerge from autumn leaves. 

A dusty swing sways in the breeze, 
Shadows stretch long beneath the skies. 
Loved ones' faces emerge from autumn leaves, 
Echoes fade, yet the question lies. 

Shadows stretch long beneath the skies, 
A withered tree stands overgrown.
Echoes fade, yet the question lies, 
The creaking gate swings with a groan.