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Bittersweet Reflection - A song about growing old and looking back at times that have passed that I can never get back. @WeazleTunes I watched the morning paint the sky in blues and gold, But the colors fade too fast, like the stories we told. I’m chasing shadows that dance across my shoes, Laughing at the sunshine, but the laughter feels bruised. It’s a bittersweet reflection, in a window I can’t hold, Smiling at the moment, though the edges feel cold. The river keeps on singing, and it drowns out what I miss, Every tear tastes a little like a memory kissed. I hear the wind hum softly through the cracks in the day, Whispering old secrets that won’t ever blow away. I’ve got a pocket full of questions and a jar of broken time, But the flowers keep on growing where the rain rewrites the rhyme. It’s a bittersweet reflection, in a window I can’t hold, Smiling at the moment, though the edges feel cold. The river keeps on singing, and it drowns out what I miss, Every tear tastes a little like a memory kissed. I found a photograph fading in the sun, Faces full of laughter from a time that’s long gone. The paper curls like the years on my skin, But I still hear the echoes when the daylight drifts in. It’s a bittersweet reflection, in a window I can’t hold, Smiling at the moment, though the edges feel cold. The river keeps on singing, and it drowns out what I miss, Every tear tastes a little like a memory kissed. So I’ll dance with the raindrops till the sunlight breaks through, There’s a little bit of sorrow in the joy that I knew. Yeah, the mirror keeps on talking, though it never says much, Just a bittersweet reflection, wearing time’s gentle touch.