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Porchlight reverie.

This is my song "Porchlight reverie". Model : TWA I wrote the lyrics and got AI to make the music. If you are a band and like to play some of my songs, please write me here on youtube. Please like, subscribe and tell me what you think. That would make me very happy. Thanks :) Sun’s leaning low like it’s tired from shining, And I’m settling back where the breeze drifts slow. My dress still tastes of the fields I’ve wandered, Got dust on my boots and a shimmer in my soul. With a mason jar glass full of golden trouble, I let the day unroll like an easy rhyme. Here on my tresse I breathe again, Sipping sweet gin hass in the fading wind. Every heartbeat hums like a front-porch hymn, And the world feels soft as a cotton grin. I did what I could, I did what I must… Now I lay it all down in the evening dust. Hung the laundry high where the sun could kiss it, Fed the chickens seeds and a little hope. Told myself twice that I’d rest a minute, But the chores kept calling like a carnival rope. Now the sky turns peach and the crickets gather, Whispering tales of a day well spent. Here on my tresse I breathe again, Sipping sweet gin hass in the fading wind. Every heartbeat hums like a front-porch hymn, And the world feels soft as a cotton grin. I did what I could, I did what I must… Now I lay it all down in the evening dust. Thought of the worries I carried this morning, And how they scattered like birds by noon. Funny how life keeps gently teaching That peace comes by the spoonful, not by the moon. So I lift my glass to the quiet victories, Those tiny triumphs no one sees. Here on my tresse I breathe again, Sipping sweet gin hass in the fading wind. Every heartbeat hums like a front-porch hymn, And the world feels soft as a cotton grin. I did what I could, I did what I must… Now I lay it all down in the evening dust. The mountains glow like old guardians watching, And the fields exhale with the cooling light. There’s a promise woven in every shadow That tomorrow’s thread will stitch just right. So I rock myself slow in this honeyed silence, Letting the sunset rewrite my heart. Here on my tresse I breathe again, Sipping sweet gin hass in the fading wind. Every heartbeat hums like a front-porch hymn, And the world feels soft as a cotton grin. I did what I could, I did what I must… Now I lay it all down in the evening dust. The world keeps turning, but I stay drifting In the amber lull of a perfect end. Life feels lighter when the day is lifting, And I’m held together by this porch and the wind. Here on my tresse I breathe again, Sipping sweet gin hass in the fading wind. Every heartbeat hums like a front-porch hymn, And the world feels soft as a cotton grin. I did what I could, I did what I must… Now I lay it all down in the evening dust.