Fading Footsteps Beneath the Moon | A Nostalgic Musical Journey | Rishabh Patait

The old porch light still flickers dim,
Dusty roads call out to him.
Laughter echoes through the trees,
Like whispers lost in autumn breeze.

Time keeps running like a restless stream,
Washing away all the faces we’ve seen.
Memories linger like a whispered tune,
Fading footsteps beneath the moon.

A rusted swing, a broken gate,
Stories left in cracks of slate.
The wind still hums our childhood song,
But I don’t know if I belong.

Time keeps running like a restless stream,
Washing away all the faces we’ve seen.
Memories linger like a whispered tune,
Fading footsteps beneath the moon.

Letters fade, but not the past,
Some goodbyes were meant to last.
And though the road won’t lead me back,
I carry home inside the cracks.

Time keeps running like a restless stream,
Washing away all the faces we’ve seen.
Memories linger like a whispered tune,
Fading footsteps beneath the moon.